Artist: Big Pokey f/ Lyrical 187, Mussilini Album: A Bad Azz Mix Tape III Song: Wood Typed by: Lil Hustle [Chorus] Push up in it, stir it up and hit it I hope you long lasting, my punani so juicy Can your wood stay hard all night Can you beat it up, and make it act right Put some pipe into my life Tell your girl, you won't be home tonight [Mussilini] Come on ma, don't be asking me that You know a playa act bad, when that back be fat You got the sexual feeling, it's mad sex I'm instilling I leave it swelling lil' baby, it's X and African in me I got your pancreas bending, wait a minute I be through Calling ma-naya-ma-ha, have you speaking Hebrew Now what the D do, cause I'm worth a couple acres of land I don't trick, I sneak in like the maintenance man I push bricks push chicks, push whips Leave that headboard bent, split clit push in Game undetectable, no footprints Good brain, look I'm head-able and got some good friends Like a block you getting flipped, red broke and beat up And like a stock you get shipped mailed, soaked and feet up See that coke-a-kila, got you crunk as you need We done done the damn thang, so I'ma leave holla at me later [Chorus] [Big Pokey] See my wood stay hard all night, I put that pipe in they life You know the kind, that make your wife act right I be pushing up in they cushion, and hitting it right Wall to wall, dog I'ma hit it tonight Seem like every time we fight, we make up in bed Rocking headboard knocking, bout to wake up the dead Let the third leg talk, that hook got a coat Sprung like a bad ankle, and can't walk Jamming that Big H.A.W.K., and you already know She ain't tripping on no nigga, cause she already sold Make her hips spread, and her walk change up Beat that thang up, you ain't gotta heat that thang up She love it when I'm laying and bend it, got my man up in it And two movies, with my hand up in it Everytime I get it, I'ma stand up in it Cause once the wood go flat, I'm finished [Chorus] [Lyrical 187] You got me feeling like I'm losing my mind, it's hard to get a grip Got me sweating running, ride and tearing up shit Banging the headboard, fall to the flo' Back to the wall, reach up and touch your toes As I go deep up in ya, bump into your liver Beat them walls down, have the neighbors think I'm killing ya Flip it over squeeze your legs together, let me dick you from the back Have you breathing, like a asthma attack Get up on top, and let me spin ya around Put that arch in your back, when I'm bringing it down Call me big daddy papi, the pussy hole filler Call me when you need it beat it up, I'll push it up in ya I deliver like I'm precision, a hundred positions Guaranteed to leave ya trembling, like Michigan winters There it go with 1-8-7, freaky hoes best friend Any hoe that I fuck, I can still fall in [Chorus] [Outro] It's the remix, it's the thug mix It's the remix, it's the thug mix It's the thug mix, it's the remix It's the thug mix, it's the remix And it's gonna go harder than first And it's gotta be harder than the first It's the remix, it's the thug mix It's the remix, it's the thug mix It's the thug mix, it's the remix It's the thug mix, it's the remix Stir it up and hit it