"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 like Julie Brown I'm the round mound Not a rebound but like a hound I get down Never a leash but I get loose Producin somethin fresher than fruits, got more soul combat boots Diggin two scoops of raisins for the troops out of blazers so amazin Luther everyday Joe but not Bazooka I used to be a hooper but now I troop to shoot a free Me go with mi amigo, to see the Man Chico The alienaeno, I roll the instrumentals Like I be like Nimble never gentle to a bimbo Not your sex symbol so save that soft for the Care Bears The way I freak funk the Monkees sayin, "Hell yeah" Correction, "Hell yes"; old folks wanna on how I walk talk and dress, they say my life's a But I'm straight, are you straight, if you straight, then I'm me tonight, just for old time's sake Back to our regularly scheduled program, I am so damn flam, I slam a slam, BAM, I like Conan the Barbarian, if you talk loud, play librarian Cause see I it quiet in here... I Mark a a bunch of funky Uncle Thomases Play like Christopher Williams cause I keep my promises to stick to my roots and not dilute cause G ain't two colors I'm tired of seein non rappin dancin motherfuckers "Gimme a pound, you man" --> Tim Dog (repeat 4X) For a sale a nigga'll sell his soul to go gold and a large scale, sellin for the pale male and I can't tell, why for a hoe you grow a and drinkin ale, the booty probably smell Ain't no pussy a sale at least not for the kid to do a bid Shit you musta you lid, you was wit you slipped you slid Got doodoo skids on my paper cause I got up the ass If I pass gas, ducks or gets trimmed like a mustache I must ask what's goin on with rap, kids actin black It's McDonald's sellin fatback Get back to your Mac, that stuff is with all these dancetracks I'm hearin rap Antrhax, my time the Caravan cracks You're wack, the only thing that's black Scooter we was on the streets, you was at home on your computer I'ma shoot a diss like a fist to all these wack groups Rhymes are wack as hell! And they sample wack I'm wonderin how the hell they get a deal I still see that far I feel like Cypress Hill, I could just an A&R or whoever's in Charge, it surely Charles but you G-in hip-hop, cause it's ours "Gimme a pound, you man" --> Tim Dog (repeat 4X) It's sick you sick I'm sicker, I a flea flicker Think of boa constrictor but the venom I inflicta is stricter, I stick I the stinkin to a stunk If soda was a dog, then I would be like drunk If if was a I would lift the fifth and a spliff it's not a myth about our dick width, I'm and I shoot the In essence count your blessings I got a if you riff I'm a with SOULLLLLLLLLL, my last name should be Smith-sonian I'm gassin heads, just like petroleum Get em to bone 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 take a liter A chick is a that's how I treat her go pop I'm not a two liter A true leader, choose to follow, choose what I swallow whether water or a beer bottle, of I play the lotto em? No, share em? A hoe I like the girls the girls I share a life a bro U-A-C 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)