"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 motherfuckers  "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, dats fat so 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  (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)