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