"Gimme a pound 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 beef then you'll get ground Cut up in soul soul by the pound I'm downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound Not a rebound but like a hound I get down wore a leash but I get loose Producin somethin fresher than fruits, got more soul than boots Diggin two scoops of raisins for the out of some blazers so amazin like everyday Joe but not Bazooka I to be a hooper but now I troop to shoot a free flow Me go with mi amigo, to see the Man Chico The alienaeno, I roll the instrumentals Like Jack I be like Nimble never gentle to a Not your sex symbol so save that stuff for the Care Bears The way I funk OHHHH the Monkees sayin, "Hell yeah" Correction, "Hell yes"; old wanna cuss on how I talk 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, just for old sake to our regularly scheduled program, program I am so damn flam, I a slam, BAM, I slam like Conan the Barbarian, if you talk loud, I'll play Cause see I it quiet in here... I Mark a Markyiana a bunch of funky Thomases Play like Christopher Williams cause I gotta keep my to stick to my roots and not dilute cause G ain't two colors 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 sell his to go gold and reach a scale, sellin for the pale male and I tell, why for a hoe you grow a tail and stop drinkin ale, the booty probably no pussy worth 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 skids on my paper cause I got rhymes up the ass If I gas, ducks fast or gets trimmed like a mustache I must ask what's goin on with rap, kids actin black It's like McDonald's fatback Get back to your Mac, that is wack with all these dancetracks I'm hearin rap from Antrhax, my the Caravan cracks wack, that's the only thing that's black Scooter When we was on the streets, you was at home on your shoot a diss well like a fist to all these wack groups Rhymes are as hell! And they sample wack loops I'm how the hell they get a deal I still can't see that far I like Cypress Hill, I could just kill an A&R or whoever's in Charge, it surely ain't 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 of thatI boa constrictor but the venom I inflicta is stricter, I stick I stick the stinkin to a If soda was a forty dog, then I would be like If if was a I would lift the fifth and a spliff it's not a about our dick width, I'm swift and I shoot the In essence count your I got a Wessun if you riff I'm a nigga SOULLLLLLLLLL, my last name should be Smith-sonian I'm gassin heads, just like petroleum Get em ready to bone me and, I play custodian and turn off the this is the likes of a ticketing wallowing jumping radio rumping brother Got Seoul like Korea gimme an I'll take a liter A chick is a chick how I treat her go pop I'm not a two liter A true leader, don't to follow, choose what I swallow whether or a beer bottle, of course I play the lotto em? No, share em? A hoe I the girls the girls I share a life with a bro U-A-C is family, much tighter than foundations that holds up the walls, so you better proceed with "Gimme a pound, you man" "Gimme a pound" (4X)