[Chorus]
"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"
[Verse 1]
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
"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"
[Verse 1]
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
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