Soul By the Pound - Common

«Gimme a pound, thank you man»

«Gimme a pound, thank you man»

«Gimme a pound, thank you man»

«Gimme a pound, thank you man»

«Gimme a pound, thank you man»

«Gimme a pound, thank you man»

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 sex symbol so save that soft stuff for the Care Bears

The way I freak the 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 motherfuckers

«Gimme a pound, thank you man»

«Gimme a pound, thank you man»

«Gimme a pound, thank you man»

«Gimme a pound, thank you man»

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 ho 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

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 Anthrax, 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 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»

«Gimme a pound, thank you man»

«Gimme a pound, thank you man»

«Gimme a pound, thank you man»

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 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 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»

«Gimme a pound, thank you man»

«Gimme a pound»

«Gimme a pound, thank you man»

«Gimme a pound»

«Gimme a pound, thank you man»

«Gimme a pound»