Представляем точный текст композиции "Soul By The Pound" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Common . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Soul By The Pound» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Common передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Common - "Soul By The Pound"
Lyrics to Soul By The Pound : "Gimme a pound, thank you man" --> Tim Dog (repeat 2X, then 4X faster) Im as bad bad, as Leroy Brown Brown Yo Im a pro pro, but not a noun noun If you got beef beef, then youll get ground ground Cut up in soul soul, by the pound pound Im going downtown like Julie Brown, Im 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 lifes a mess But Im straight, are you straight, if you straight, then Im straight Rock me tonight, just for old times 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, Ill 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 aint two colors Im tired of seein these non rappin dancin motherfuckers "Gimme a pound, thank you man" --> Tim Dog (repeat 4X) For a record sale a niggall sell his soul to go gold and reach a large scale, sellin for the pale male and I cant tell, why for a hoe you grow a tail and stop drinkin ale, the booty probably smell Aint 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, ducks fast or gets trimmed like a mustache I must ask whats goin on with rap, white kids actin black Its like McDonalds sellin fatback Get back to your Mac, that stuff is wack with all these dancetracks Im hearin rap from Antrhax, my time the Caravan cracks Youre wack, thats the only thing thats black Scooter When we was on the streets, you was at home on your computer Ima shoot a diss well like a fist to all these wack groups Rhymes are wack as hell! And they sample wack loops Im wonderin how the hell they get a deal I still cant see that far I feel like Cypress Hill, I could just kill an A&R or whoevers in Charge, it surely aint Charles but you aint G-in hip-hop, cause its ours "Gimme a pound, thank you man" --> Tim Dog (repeat 4X) Its sick you sick Im 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 its not a myth about our dick width, Im swift and I shoot the presents In essence count your blessings I got a Wessun if you riff Im a nigga with SOULLLLLLLLLL, my last name should be Smith-sonian Im 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 Ill take a liter A chick is a chick thats how I treat her never go pop Im not a two liter A true leader, dont 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) [ Soul By The Pound Lyrics ]
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