One Mo Pound lyrics

One Mo Pound lyrics

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Send "One Mo Pound" Ringtone to your Cell I was rollin` through the hood one day Thought shit den calmed down, `Gang-bangin`` den played out by the years since I den been around Ain`t talked to nobody from my block Cause all my niggas is locked up And it`s been all ever I seen wit a guillotine So I was in the `Cut Supreme` Fifteen grams and some `greenodine` Ain`t seen a block nigga since But now I`m off that kill green (Mothtafuckas ain`t got no love for me) (Niggas wanna put some slugs in me) So I`m double 0 seven, murder redrum wit my three fifty seven Brotha Lynch Hung, but the bitches call me Kevin They try to make me think they close to me, but Neb`in [never] You know I gots to (say high) stay high, keep recipts for alibis And the meat they ate from them drive-bys ain`t mine cause mine`s a supe` desguise As I swoop the skies high off that buddha tah mixed the cusche and the purple hairs And it got me high (Now I`m rollin on the river) Labeled Mr. FedEx (Cause them bodies I deliver) Got to get to my next plot Unlock the freezer get the meat for the `rocks` [rotweilers] And heat the heat cause it`s the `nine-neb`in` [`97] and it`s hot den a mothafucka (All day everyday) I`mma stay loaded up, `krondike` in the trunk And a pound full of James Brown Cause I gots to get loaded so hold up soldier [Chorus: 2Xs] The count goes (One more pound of smoke and it`s guaranteed to make a mothafucka choke) (Ain`t got no down ass bitch at my side but I got some bomb ass weed in my ride) Nothin but notches, booches Fill my pockets, hit `em up everyday, gotta have my pay The gaungay got me high now I`m paranoida den these booches Filthy rich, I`mma take the loot And the dig a ditch, tell your neighborhood bitch to miss me with that hoe shit Cause I`mma get this nigga when he surface And that`s on everything I love, I gots to split his wig Opened up the little blue packet, stung him like a yellow-jacket Rib cage heavily padded, hit him with the automatic shells Send him to hell express from his mailing address We got his name, for sho`, then we went to the house and did that shit I know I said I do it alone in the pass, everybody in the neighborhood knew somebody betta jack his ass up like a six-four impala You floatin` on dirty water Pack your shit up nigga like it`s on only you and your ?woda-goda? Track your ass down, smoke your last pound [Chorus 2Xs] (If you smell any smoke it`s just me and my homies gettin` blown) And I was late gettin` home, intoxicated Fight with my old lady she was comin at unreal, hit the blunt and now she`s animated Motivate through you like a foggy mist You can hold me in your chest-plate like that nitro hit First Degree told me if the weed can toss It`ll talk some shit, gotta get me an underspot make me a Hemp Museum like B-Legit I`m tryin to bump my head on the moon Live so high up in the mountains eatin` snake meat, fried raccoons With a attitude I need food to eat up smoke a fat blunt on my couch with my feet up Top notch program, DOS mode indo 95 upgrade siccmade Stay paid til the day on the ground, I`mma lay, I`mma stay loaded up In my trunk I got the blow you up and it`ll blow you up And the count goes [Brotha Lynch Hung sends out shout outs til the end Send " One Mo Pound" Ringtone to your Cell One Mo Pound lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | One Mo Pound lyrics @ ELyrics | One Mo Pound lyrics @ Kovideo | Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | One Mo Pound lyrics @ Songlyrics | One Mo Pound lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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