Soul By The Pound
(专辑: Can I Borrow A Dollar? - 1992)
[Tim Dog] "Gimme a
pound, thank you man" [repeat x2, then x4 faster] I'm as bad bad, as Leroy Brown Brown Yo I'm a
pro pro, but not a
noun noun If you got beef beef, then you'll get ground ground Cut up in soul soul, by the
pound pound I'm going downtown like Julie Brown, I'm the
round mound Not a
rebound, but like a
hound, I
get down down Never wore a
leash but I
get loose Producin somethin fresher than fruits, got more soul than combat boots Diggin two scoops of raisins for the
troops out of some blazers so amazin like Luther everyday Joe but not Bazooka I
used to be a
hooper but now I
troop to shoot a
free flow Me go with mi amigo, to see the
Man named Chico The
legal alienaeno, I
roll the
instrumentals Like Jack I
be like Nimble never gentle to a
bimbo Not your sex symbol so save that soft stuff for the
Care Bears The
way I
freak funk OHHHH the
Monkees sayin, "Hell yeah" Correction, "Hell yes"; old folks wanna cuss on how I
walk talk and dress, they say my life's a
mess But I'm straight, are you straight, if you straight, then I'm straight Rock me tonight, just for old time's sake Back to our regularly scheduled program, program I
am so damn flam, I
slam a
slam, BAM, I
slam like Conan the
Barbarian, if you talk loud, I'll play librarian Cause see I
want it quiet in here... I
Mark a
Markyiana a
bunch of funky Uncle Thomases Play like Christopher Williams cause I
gotta keep my promises to stick to my roots and not dilute cause G
this ain't two colors I'm tired of seein these non rappin dancin motherfuckers [Tim Dog] "Gimme a
pound, thank you man" [x4] For a
record sale a
nigga'll sell his soul to go gold and reach a
large scale, sellin for the
pale male and I
can't tell, why for a
hoe you grow a
tail and stop drinkin ale, the
booty probably smell Ain't no pussy worth a
sale at least not for the
kid to do a
bid Shit you musta flipped you lid, you was wit you slipped you slid Got doodoo skids on my paper cause I
got rhymes up the
ass If I
pass gas, ducks fast or gets trimmed like a
mustache I
must ask what's goin on with rap, white kids actin black It's like McDonald's sellin fatback Get back to your Mac, that stuff is wack with all these dancetracks I'm hearin rap from Antrhax, my time the
Caravan cracks You're wack, that's the
only thing that's black Scooter When we was on the
streets, you was at home on your computer I'ma shoot a
diss well like a
fist to all these wack groups Rhymes are wack as hell! And they sample wack loops I'm wonderin how the
hell they get a
deal I
still can't see that far I
feel like Cypress Hill, I
could just kill an A&R or whoever's in Charge, it surely ain't Charles but you ain't G-in hip-hop, cause it's ours [Tim Dog] "Gimme a
pound, thank you man" [x4] It's sick you sick I'm sicker, I
flick a
flea flicker Think of thatI boa constrictor but the
venom I
inflicta is stricter, I
stick I
stick the
stinkin to a
stunk If soda was a
forty dog, then I
would be like drunk If if was a
fifth I
would lift the
fifth and a
spliff it's not a
myth about our dick width, I'm swift and I
shoot the
presents In essence count your blessings I
got a
Wessun if you riff I'm a
nigga with SOULLLLLLLLLL, my last name should be Smith-sonian I'm gassin girls heads, just like petroleum Get em ready to bone me and, then I
play custodian and turn off the
lights this is the
likes of a
ticketing wallowing high jumping radio rumping brother Got Seoul like Korea gimme an inch I'll take a
liter A
chick is a
chick that's how I
treat her never go pop I'm not a
two liter A
true leader, don't choose to follow, choose what I
swallow whether water or a
beer bottle, of course I
play the
lotto Wear em? No, share em? A
hoe I
like the
girls the
girls I
share a
life with a
bro cause U-A-C is family, much tighter than foundations that holds up the
walls, so you better proceed with caution "Gimme a
pound, thank you man" "Gimme a
pound" [x4]