One Mo Pound lyrics Lyrics

song lyrics One Mo Pound lyrics 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] song lyrics