Common - Soul By The Pound Lyrics
Gimme a pound, thank you man --> tim dog(repeat 2x, then 4x faster)Im as bad bad, as leroy brown brownYo Im a pro pro, but not a noun nounIf you got beef beef, then youll get ground groundCut up in soul soul, by the pound poundIm going downtown like julie brown, Im the round moundNot a rebound, but like a hound, I get down downNever wore a leash but I get looseProducin somethin fresher than fruits, got more soul than combat bootsDiggin two scoops of raisins for the troops out of some blazersSo amazin like luther everyday joe but not bazookaI used to be a hooper but now I troop to shoot a free flowMe go with mi amigo, to see the man named chicoThe legal alienaeno, I roll the instrumentalsLike jack I be like nimble never gentle to a bimboNot your sex symbol so save that soft stuff for the care bearsThe way I freak funk ohhhh the monkees sayin, hell yeahCorrection, hell yes; old folks wanna cussOn how I walk talk and dress, they say my lifes a messBut Im straight, are you straight, if you straight, then Im straightRock me tonight, just for old times sakeBack to our regularly scheduled program, programI am so damn flam, I slam a slam, bam, I slamLike conan the barbarian, if you talk loud, Ill play librarianCause see I want it quiet in here...I mark a markyiana a bunch of funky uncle thomasesPlay like christopher williams cause I gotta keep my promisesTo stick to my roots and not dilute cause g this aint two colorsIm tired of seein these non rappin dancin mother*****ersGimme a pound, thank you man --> tim dog(repeat 4x)For a record sale a niggall sell his soul to go goldAnd reach a large scale, sellin for the pale maleAnd I cant tell, why for a hoe you grow a tailAnd stop drinkin ale, the booty probably smellAint no ***** worth a sale at least not for the kid to do a bidShit you musta flipped you lid, you was wit you slipped you slidGot doodoo skids on my paper cause I got rhymes up the assIf I pass gas, ducks fast or gets trimmed like a mustacheI must ask whats goin on with rap, white kids actin blackIts like mcdonalds sellin fatbackGet back to your mac, that stuff is wack with all these dancetracksIm hearin rap from antrhax, my time the caravan cracksYoure wack, thats the only thing thats black scooterWhen we was on the streets, you was at home on your computerIma shoot a diss well like a fist to all these wack groupsRhymes are wack as hell! and they sample wack loopsIm wonderin how the hell they get a deal I still cant see that farI feel like cypress hill, I could just kill an a&rOr whoevers in charge, it surely aint charlesBut you aint g-in hip-hop, cause its oursGimme a pound, thank you man --> tim dog(repeat 4x)Its sick you sick Im sicker, I flick a flea flickerThink of thati boa constrictor but the venom I inflictaIs stricter, I stick I stick the stinkin to a stunkIf soda was a forty dog, then I would be like drunkIf if was a fifth I would lift the fifth and a spliffIts not a myth about our dick width, Im swift and I shoot thePresentsIn essence count your blessings I got a wessun if you riffIm a nigga with soullllllllll, my last name should be smith-sonianIm gassin girls heads, just like petroleumGet em ready to bone me and, then I play custodianAnd turn off the lights this is the likes of aTicketing wallowing high jumping radio rumping brotherGot seoul like korea gimme an inch Ill take a literA chick is a chick thats how I treat herNever go pop Im not a two literA true leader, dont choose to follow, choose what I swallowWhether water or a beer bottle, of course I play the lottoWear em? no, share em? a hoeI like the girls the girls I share a life with a broCause u-a-c is family, much tighter than foundationsThat holds up the walls, so you better proceed with cautionGimme a pound, thank you manGimme a pound (4x)
