Laze With A Pound Bro Lyrics

With A Pound Bro Lyrics

Bass thick as the chunky milk your moms drinks



Toss a lyric at my boys to see what they think



Gots to keep on rolling with a stream of consciousness because



Consistent flows of thought are what I taught for efficientness



And though opinions are important and I take my criticism



If it's unsubstantiated the middle finger's what i give 'em



Taste a sliver of the lyrics I developed in my womb



A lyrical fetus to be delivered to the public soon



Dub it fool, dub it fool, get my shit known



'Cause I'm livin' in a glass house and I want to cast a stone



Maybe Sharon will guide me with her natural instinct



Prefer the basic 'cause the complicated gets extinct



The foundation's always there and to show that I care



About the future of the music I'll use it to repair



The current condition of all the wack ass shows



And I'll end each one with a pound, bro







Left to the right with a pound... bro, so



Gimmie a pound, bro, gimmie a pound bro



Left to the right with a pound... bro, so



Gimmie a pound, bro







How'd it happen I was rapping and my brain exploded



Thought I was freestyling and I was!I never wrote it!



If I wanna kick the lyrics off the top no one's gonna' stop me



Rock the show with a pound bro, it sounds so



Simple but the so-called lyricists



Couldn't freestyle if it came out they piss



Give me a topic and I'll rock it in an instant



Whether I sound near (or whether I sound distant)



Shouts go out to motherfucking M-W-C



And all the fools on the planet who supported me



I got too many lyrics, don't drown, yo'



End this bullshit this bullshit with a what, what?!







Check the crazy flow, from the crazy bro



Step to the stage and get beat by the lazy ho



Self-centered rhymes I'm the king of braggadocio



Grab the microphone and put the shit into motion



Always on my toes checkin' my back for backstabbers



But I'm strapped with a mic to smash a wack rapper



The hands clap I slap a fool across the face



Spray his ass with mace, eat him up and say my grace



The rhymes are woven like a tapestry in fact it's me



With the needle in my hand sewing and attacking the



Style biters rhyme reciters with the same sound



As I did last year when my peers put me down



But now they getting rave reviews and I still refuse



To believe it I achieved it last year and they makes me snooze



'95 is the year and I'm coming with a new sound so



Hurrikane, my motherfucker, gimmie a pound, bro







Left to the right with a pound... bro, so



Gimmie a pound, bro, gimmie a pound bro



Left to the right with a pound... bro, so



Gimmie a pound, bro