No I.D. - Soul By the Pound (Thump Mix Remix) lyrics

[Hook: repeat 2X] "Boom it in your boom it in your boom it in your jeep" - Q-Tip "Type of sh** that hit when you pump it in your trunk" - Puba "Boom it in your boom it in your boom it in your jeep" - Q-Tip "Ba-bump, ba-bump, make your speakers pop!" - Redman [Common] I'm as bad, bad as Leroy Brown, Brown I'm a pro p-pro, but not a noun n-noun If you got beef, beef, you get ground, ground Cut up and sold, sold, by the pound for pound I'm going downtown like Julie Brown, I'm the round mound Not of rebound, but like a hound, I get down Never wore a leash but I'm a show ya How loose is my goose, got more soul than combat boots ("I got soul, you got it!") That's why I came They keep callin me, man, they keep callin me, they call my name Ese I can't - give it away, give it away now! Or say when, say what?! Or say how Shh okay between you and me man what's all this white rap? I Got the Power! And I just, I just might Snap Bum ba-bum, bum bum!! Think fast... cause I'm the Ramadan Ahoy-he-hoy-he, I'm Fat Boy Shibidabibidabee, boom boom, I'll be the bad boy Having a party, but I'm not a Democrat Spoiled as a child, but now I'm milk like similac Don't have Cinemax, because my cable's pirated Bug out wit the rhyme, try to swat and I'll get fly wit it For pest control, I suggest some soul As far as dick I got it but I have no breath control So gimme a T.O. baby like umm, Chris Webber I got myself together Now I'm straight, are you straight, if you straight, then I'm straight Rock me tonight, just for old time's sake [Hook] [Common] Roll to the rock, rock to the roll Can't no A&R tell me that I ain't got soul C'mon, can I get a clap? Can't you see I'm trapped, and I'm so confused Dues is gettin' paid but what about the bills I wanna make some dough yet I wanna show my sk**s Do you even know where I'm goin? I ain't scared of you motherf**er, though I am of the Omen I jam like a Cult but make note, I'm not Koresh Cause I control minds with rhymes So FBI don't test, I got a no. 2 pencil And I'm a scribble all over your faaaace! You see I don't pack no gat I didn't see CB4 cause I heard that sh** was wack Like Chris, I Rock, I'm strapped like my jock Peace to No ID and my n***a Ynot! Check it [Hook] [Common] Whoopee, look at me, I'm hipper than a hippie Chicks flyer than the flu, so ill the MC's say you make me sick Well go see the doctor, in your car, rock my tune Wit the Boom shak lak lak boom I'll fire on a cracker, bayow, watch where the sparks went Fatter than Dre, a Lover like Ed, super as Clark Kent So gimme the Lane, Lois as I change clothes without a booth And ride like this, like woof The roof is on fire, it's not an LA riot I got more ho, ho ho's than the jolly green giant Large as the Professor and I'm never faking funk, hock Fat as heavy metal yet I'm harder than punk rock So take me to a land I know not too far away I got sk**s like Tim, and I'm coming in a Hardaway So keep the crossover, Common is a b-boy While you be dragging last, I be kicking like Bruce Leroy Sho' nuff! Yo I got the stuff that tops the stove And I am about to explo-o-o-ode Who was that masked kid, that's what'cha ask kid Petey Wheatstraw, Cutthroat, Lonnie or Rashid But oh no, this was Common with his soul glow Coming from Chicag- but yo I gotta go-o The go, check, check the go (ha-ha) The go, check check the go (yeah) [Hook]