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Song title: Common - Soul By The Pound

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Gimme a pound, thank you man --> tim dog
(repeat 2x, then 4x faster)
Im as bad bad, as leroy brown brown
Yo Im a pro pro, but not a noun noun
If you got beef beef, then youll get ground ground
Cut up in soul soul, by the pound pound
Im going downtown like julie brown, Im 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 lifes a mess
But Im straight, are you straight, if you straight, then Im straight
Rock me tonight, just for old times 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, Ill 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 aint two colors
Im tired of seein these non rappin dancin motherfuckers
Gimme a pound, thank you man --> tim dog
(repeat 4x)
For a record sale a niggall sell his soul to go gold
And reach a large scale, sellin for the pale male
And I cant tell, why for a hoe you grow a tail
And stop drinkin ale, the booty probably smell
Aint 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 whats goin on with rap, white kids actin black
Its like mcdonalds sellin fatback
Get back to your mac, that stuff is wack with all these dancetracks
Im hearin rap from antrhax, my time the caravan cracks
Youre wack, thats the only thing thats black scooter
When we was on the streets, you was at home on your computer
Ima shoot a diss well like a fist to all these wack groups
Rhymes are wack as hell! and they sample wack loops
Im wonderin how the hell they get a deal I still cant see that far
I feel like cypress hill, I could just kill an a&r
Or whoevers in charge, it surely aint charles
But you aint g-in hip-hop, cause its ours
Gimme a pound, thank you man --> tim dog
(repeat 4x)
Its sick you sick Im 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
Its not a myth about our dick width, Im swift and I shoot the
Presents
In essence count your blessings I got a wessun if you riff
Im a nigga with soullllllllll, my last name should be smith-sonian
Im 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 Ill take a liter
A chick is a chick thats how I treat her
Never go pop Im not a two liter
A true leader, dont 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 (4x)