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Genres: Hip-Hop

Soul By The Pound Lyrics - Common

"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 in soul soul by the pound pound 

I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm 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 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 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 ain't two colors 

I'm tired of seein these non rappin dancin motherf**kers 

"Gimme a pound, thank you man" --> Tim Dog 

(repeat 4X) 

For a record sale a nigga'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 hoe you grow a tail 

and stop drinkin ale, the booty probably smell 

Ain't 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 what's goin on with rap, white kids actin black 

 

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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'ma 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 kill 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 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 

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 nigga with SOULLLLLLLLLL, my last name should be Smith-sonian 

I'm 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 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 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) 

 

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