"Gimme a thank you man" > Tim Dog (repeat 2X 4X faster) I'm as bad bad as Leroy Brown Yo I'm a pro pro but not a noun If you got beef then you'll get ground ground Cut up in soul soul by the pound I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round Not a rebound but like a hound I get down wore a leash but I get loose Producin fresher than fruits, got more soul than combat boots Diggin two scoops of raisins for the troops out of some so amazin like Luther everyday Joe but not I used to be a hooper but now I to shoot a free flow Me go mi amigo, to see the Man named Chico The legal alienaeno, I the instrumentals Like I be like Nimble never gentle to a bimbo Not your sex symbol so that soft stuff for the Care Bears The way I funk OHHHH the Monkees sayin, "Hell yeah" Correction, "Hell yes"; old folks cuss on how I talk and dress, they say my life's a mess But I'm straight, are you straight, if you straight, I'm straight me tonight, just for old time's sake Back to our 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 Cause see I it quiet in here... I Mark a a bunch of funky Uncle Thomases Play like Christopher Williams cause I gotta my promises to stick to my roots and not dilute cause G this ain't two I'm tired of these non rappin dancin motherfuckers "Gimme a pound, you man" --> Tim Dog (repeat 4X) For a record sale a nigga'll his soul to go gold and reach a scale, sellin 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 worth a at least not for the kid to do a bid Shit you musta flipped you lid, you was wit you you slid Got doodoo on my paper cause I got rhymes up the ass If I pass gas, ducks fast or gets trimmed a mustache I must ask what's goin on with rap, white actin black It's McDonald's sellin fatback Get back to your Mac, stuff is wack with all these dancetracks I'm rap from 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 a fist to all these wack groups are wack as hell! And they sample wack loops I'm wonderin how the they get a deal I still can't see that far I feel like Cypress Hill, I could just an A&R or in Charge, it surely ain't Charles but you ain't hip-hop, cause it's ours "Gimme a pound, you man" --> Tim Dog (repeat 4X) It's you sick I'm sicker, I flick a flea flicker Think of thatI boa but the venom I inflicta is stricter, I I stick the stinkin to a stunk If soda was a forty dog, then I 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 nigga with SOULLLLLLLLLL, my last should be Smith-sonian I'm gassin heads, just like petroleum Get em ready to me and, then I play custodian and turn off the lights is the likes of a ticketing wallowing jumping radio rumping brother Got Seoul like Korea gimme an inch I'll take a A chick is a chick that's how I her never go pop I'm not a two A true leader, don't to follow, choose what I swallow whether water or a beer bottle, of course I the lotto em? No, share em? A hoe I like the girls the girls I a life with a bro cause is family, much tighter than foundations that holds up the walls, so you better proceed caution "Gimme a pound, you man" "Gimme a pound" (4X)