"Gimme a thank you man" > Tim Dog (repeat 2X 4X faster) I'm as bad bad as Brown Brown Yo I'm a pro pro but not a noun If you got beef beef then you'll get ground Cut up in soul by the pound pound I'm going downtown like Julie I'm the round mound Not a but like a hound I get down down Never wore a but I get loose Producin somethin fresher than fruits, got more soul than boots Diggin two of raisins for the troops out of some blazers so amazin like everyday Joe but not Bazooka I used to be a but now I troop to shoot a free flow Me go mi amigo, to see the Man named Chico The alienaeno, I roll the instrumentals Like Jack I be like Nimble never to a bimbo Not your sex symbol so save soft stuff for the Care Bears The way I freak OHHHH the Monkees sayin, "Hell yeah" Correction, "Hell yes"; old folks cuss on how I walk and dress, they say my life's a mess But I'm straight, are you straight, if you straight, then I'm Rock me tonight, for old time's sake to our regularly scheduled program, program I am so damn flam, I slam a slam, BAM, I like the Barbarian, if you talk loud, I'll play librarian see I want it quiet in here... I a Markyiana a bunch of funky Uncle Thomases Play like Christopher Williams cause I keep my promises to stick to my and not dilute cause G this ain't two colors I'm tired of seein these non dancin motherfuckers "Gimme a pound, you man" --> Tim Dog (repeat 4X) For a record sale a nigga'll sell his soul to go and reach a large scale, for the pale male and I can't tell, why for a hoe you grow a and stop drinkin ale, the booty probably Ain't no pussy a sale at least not for the kid to do a bid you musta flipped you lid, you was wit you slipped you slid Got doodoo skids on my cause I got rhymes up the ass If I pass gas, ducks or gets trimmed like a mustache I must ask what's goin on with rap, white kids black It's like McDonald's fatback Get to your Mac, that stuff is wack with all these dancetracks I'm hearin rap Antrhax, my time the Caravan cracks You're wack, that's the only thing that's Scooter When we was on the streets, you was at home on your I'ma shoot a diss well like a fist to all these wack are wack as hell! And they sample wack loops I'm wonderin how the hell they get a deal I still can't see far I like Cypress Hill, I could just kill an A&R or whoever's in Charge, it surely ain't but you ain't G-in hip-hop, cause it's "Gimme a pound, you man" --> Tim Dog (repeat 4X) sick you sick I'm sicker, I flick a flea flicker Think of boa constrictor but the venom I inflicta is stricter, I stick I stick the stinkin to a If was a forty dog, then I would be like drunk If if was a fifth I would the fifth and a spliff it's not a myth about our dick width, I'm and I shoot the In essence count your I got a Wessun if you riff I'm a with SOULLLLLLLLLL, my last name should be Smith-sonian I'm gassin heads, just like petroleum Get em ready to bone me and, then I custodian and turn off the lights this is the of a ticketing wallowing jumping radio rumping brother Got Seoul like Korea gimme an inch I'll a liter A is a chick that's how I treat her go pop I'm not a two liter A true leader, don't choose to follow, choose I swallow whether water or a bottle, of course I play the lotto em? No, share em? A hoe I like the girls the I share a life with a bro cause is family, much tighter than foundations that holds up the walls, so you proceed with caution "Gimme a pound, you man" "Gimme a pound" (4X)