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"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
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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
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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)