No I.D. - Soul By the Pound lyrics

"Gimme a pound, thank you man" --] Tim Dog (repeat 2X, then 4X 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 and sold sold, by the pound pound I'm going downtown like Julie Brown, I'm the round mound Not of 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 s** 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 Marky and 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 motherf**ers "Gimme a pound, thank you man" --] Tim Dog (repeat 4X) For a record sale a n***a'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 ho you grow a tail And stop drinkin ale, the booty probably smell Ain't no p**y worth a sale at least not for the kid to do a bid sh** you musta flipped you lid, you was wit you slipped you slid Got doodoo skids on my paper cause I got rhymes up the a** If I pa** 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'mma 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 k** 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 "Gimme a pound, thank you man" --] Tim Dog (repeat 4X) It's sick you sick I'm sicker, I flick a flea flicker Think of that 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 n***a with SOULLLLLLLLLL, my last name should be Smith-sonian I'm ga**in 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 ho 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)