Kottonmouth Kings - Pound 4 Pound lyrics

Still on my west coast riphop sh** King click mobsters are mile high in cannabis copters Ha ha Lets ride come on Round for round its goin down in the compound (its goin down) Pound for pound we burn em down (burn em down Burn em down) Pound for pound we light em up in the compound Round for round we burn em down (always smoking chronic) This beat is no nonsense Break out the candles and incense And flowers f** a shower Its a blunt bath Crack another blunt wrap And grab the double bag f** a back pack This sh**s about to go down like bagdad Waving blue rags ill be flying the weed flag Kottonmouth kings never buy sh** we ship sacks Started with the zigzags moved up to hash bags Now we at the compound lacing raps So we stack stacks We always stackin stackin On the top you know I got em We always packin bowls Back and forth you know I pop em And when they drop em We cough em out until we squash em I puff until I choke Eyes low they call me dloc Blazing on this indo smoke Im all californiaed out Got some flavor from the west coast Riding on these tracks like a lowrider Bounce smoke an ounce Do it slow so they see me when I roll I let em know Round for round its goin down in the compound (its goin down) Pound for pound we burn em down (burn em down Burn em down) Pound for pound we light em up in the compound Round for round we burn em down (always smoking chronic) My fingers got and itch Its f**ing crazy sh** Its f**ing crazy sh** Stoner truck of the latest sh** Never call my ladies b**h My trigger fingers got an itch I got a wood bat swinging on the first pitch Inside screw ball packing and im cracking it I got a loose screw someone cut my brake chords Im flying down the road banging on my dashboard Driving off a cliff puffin on a fat spliff Dirtball man I guess these haters finally got their wish Smokes billowing the neighborhoods intact The kings is in the f**ing building Quarter ounce about to crack Most fat give it all up give me that sack You dont want to not give me that When Im at home play bubble go flat From the Force of the bat home run Check mate energy thick from the belly of all of the partying All of the pain that we went thru to keep this sh** poppin You better believe it wont stop Retarded to think we dont know that was you You better believe me forever we rockin Forever the krown will power the sound We do it or die Round for round its goin down in the compound (its goin down) Pound for pound we burn em down (burn em down Burn em down) Pound for pound we light em up in the compound Round for round we burn em down (always smoking chronic) Blowing the bomb packing the chronic All the time smoking the best Keepin it fresh snappin the bong Yeah snapping the bong Look at my bag rolling the ghang Burnin em down til it gone Keep up my steez rockin it down Sagging my pants we keepin it west We still ride or die packing loads in gla** pipes Twistin grips on motorbikes Blowing up and burning mikes Say what you like hope your names no on my doc Pulling strings out of sight Blinded by the white light Let the dogs out unleash em on your residence Air force one im flying higher than the president Yes im heaven sent Burnin holy sacraments 7 deadly sins guaranteed that I wont repent I wont repent either me neither My heater be the fajita That all the hungry rappers want to eat up I beat up the track Sit up pop it up to another gear To another year lick another fear Shut up take it on home All of the enemies clear Round for round its goin down in the compound (its goin down) Pound for pound we burn em down (burn em down Burn em down) Pound for pound we light em up in the compound Round for round we burn em down (always smoking chronic)