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"Gimme a pound thank you man" > Tim Dog
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(repeat 2X then 4X faster)
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I'm as bad bad as Leroy Brown Brown
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Yo I'm a pro pro but not a noun noun
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If you got beef beef then you'll get ground ground
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Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound
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I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound
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Not a rebound but like a hound I get down down
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Never wore a leash but I get loose
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Producin somethin fresher than fruits, got more soul than combat boots
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Diggin two scoops of raisins for the troops out of some blazers
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so amazin like Luther everyday Joe but not Bazooka
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I used to be a hooper but now I troop to shoot a free flow
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Me go with mi amigo, to see the Man named Chico
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The legal alienaeno, I roll the instrumentals
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Like Jack I be like Nimble never gentle to a bimbo
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Not your sex symbol so save that soft stuff for the Care Bears
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The way I freak funk OHHHH the Monkees sayin, "Hell yeah"
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Correction, "Hell yes"; old folks wanna cuss
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on how I walk talk and dress, they say my life's a mess
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But I'm straight, are you straight, if you straight, then I'm straight
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Rock me tonight, just for old time's sake
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Back to our regularly scheduled program, program
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I am so damn flam, I slam a slam, BAM, I slam
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like Conan the Barbarian, if you talk loud, I'll play librarian
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Cause see I want it quiet in here...
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I Mark a Markyiana a bunch of funky Uncle Thomases
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Play like Christopher Williams cause I gotta keep my promises
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to stick to my roots and not dilute cause G this ain't two colors
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I'm tired of seein these non rappin dancin motherfuckers
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"Gimme a pound, thank you man" --> Tim Dog
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(repeat 4X)
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For a record sale a nigga'll sell his soul to go gold
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and reach a large scale, sellin for the pale male
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and I can't tell, why for a hoe you grow a tail
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and stop drinkin ale, the booty probably smell
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Ain't no pussy worth a sale at least not for the kid to do a bid
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Shit you musta flipped you lid, you was wit you slipped you slid
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Got doodoo skids on my paper cause I got rhymes up the ass
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If I pass gas, ducks fast or gets trimmed like a mustache
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I must ask what's goin on with rap, white kids actin black
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It's like McDonald's sellin fatback
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Get back to your Mac, that stuff is wack with all these dancetracks
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I'm hearin rap from Antrhax, my time the Caravan cracks
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You're wack, that's the only thing that's black Scooter
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When we was on the streets, you was at home on your computer
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I'ma shoot a diss well like a fist to all these wack groups
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Rhymes are wack as hell! And they sample wack loops
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I'm wonderin how the hell they get a deal I still can't see that far
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I feel like Cypress Hill, I could just kill an A&R
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or whoever's in Charge, it surely ain't Charles
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but you ain't G-in hip-hop, cause it's ours
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"Gimme a pound, thank you man" --> Tim Dog
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(repeat 4X)
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It's sick you sick I'm sicker, I flick a flea flicker
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Think of thatI boa constrictor but the venom I inflicta
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is stricter, I stick I stick the stinkin to a stunk
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If soda was a forty dog, then I would be like drunk
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If if was a fifth I would lift the fifth and a spliff
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it's not a myth about our dick width, I'm swift and I shoot the
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presents
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In essence count your blessings I got a Wessun if you riff
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I'm a nigga with SOULLLLLLLLLL, my last name should be Smith-sonian
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I'm gassin girls heads, just like petroleum
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Get em ready to bone me and, then I play custodian
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and turn off the lights this is the likes of a
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ticketing wallowing high jumping radio rumping brother
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Got Seoul like Korea gimme an inch I'll take a liter
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A chick is a chick that's how I treat her
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never go pop I'm not a two liter
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A true leader, don't choose to follow, choose what I swallow
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whether water or a beer bottle, of course I play the lotto
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Wear em? No, share em? A hoe
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I like the girls the girls I share a life with a bro
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cause U-A-C is family, much tighter than foundations
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that holds up the walls, so you better proceed with caution
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"Gimme a pound, thank you man"
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"Gimme a pound" (4X)
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Soul By The Pound
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