them how we do it A nigga just got paid it's friday night All my wardes in the party and ya doin' it right Give a pound to my niggas to my left and right
Yo, this is B Brown [Intro: Bobby Brown] We gon lay ya back on this Benzino track, right Two times [Chorus 2x: Female] (Bobby Brown) Eye for an eye (
, and Diddy, Bob and Whitney I'm here 'cuz the Lord sent me pound push like a fugilist But I'm real devilish and freak that bad bitches, shit But you, a
direction I'm a playa not a fighter This is a burner not a lighter When the shit get deep I'ma start the fire I'ma show y'all niggaz how a Thug get live
hood And were spittin', so cover your dome At a cut where the thugs and hustlas roam Cleveland Browns, Dogg Pound hoes, it's on Let's begin in the mix of a
. Cleveland Browns, the Dawg Pound home, it's on. Sin: Never get in the mix of a Clair player; you're liable to get your wig split and dumped in a
stimulate the brain, brain And it ain't nothin' I would change Compliment you with a little bit of Tangueray, hey Kray', my nigga let's ante up on a pound
snitches Endin' up another raid On a cocaine cowboy (cowboy) On a cocaine cowboy (cowboy) On a cocaine cowboy (cowboy) [Verse 1: Akon] Some stone cold killers With a
dem snitches Endin' up another raid On a cocaine cowboy (cowboy) On a cocaine cowboy (cowboy) On a cocaine cowboy (cowboy) [Verse 1: Akon] Some stone cold killers With a
i am the sensei now bow to the bag, never save the best for last when I come around niggas know to hurry up and pass fuck a dime set lets cop a quarter pound
A few body scars, a few misdemeanors You was down when nobody else was down Helped me stacked the pounds, kept the gat in ya blouse I admit I used to fuck around a
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
they was hard For once trust me you don't wanna start problems the pound will make you Eddie Curry wit a heart problem So if you on the block wit only a
blunt for all you underground chumps My smoke bangs like it's freshly picked from the swamps So nigga how you roll a blunt? Aiyyo, how you roll a blunt
pack more steel than the cops pack blackjacks Word is bond, the quiet storm broke your arm When I sound off from here all the way to Hong Kong Drop pound for pound
-A and let the X take shit over No need to get juiced 'cause it's the anti-depressant Smile now but trip later and put your hand out for the present
her across the Sahara (Bitch!) You aware of this rap terrorist with a therapist With a hair up his ass like a rabbit crawled up his pants Got a habit
name Act strange, pack flame It's not a game Just ill flows, that kills shows You can feel yo Kickin' in you do', like a steel toe for real do' Y'all