Canibus, Young Zee - Baggin' Up Da Poundz lyrics
[Canibus, Young Zee - Baggin' Up Da Poundz lyrics]
Funky funky funky funky 'cause you
Heard it from hearsay
A jam that you love but
Don't be getting no airplay
Strictly for stuntin' when you ridin' around
(At twelve o'clock at night
When I bagged 'em dem pundz)
This is strictly for stunting
When you ridin' around
With a Vida Guerra look-alike
Massagin' you down
Bitches hop in the drop, take off they top
My belt-buckle pop
They gobble the cock, then swallow the shot
General Hip-Hop just ordered you
To stand down nigga
Beat you up with your fans around nigga
Studio spot-check, let me see what you wrote
Motha fucka, you don't want
To spit, flutter kicks, go
Fake niggas get rejected
Auditioning for heart
They auditioning for the wrong part
Them niggas ain't from the hood
They got the wrong walk
They all soft, with no thought, all talk
They in the wrong sport
In a golf cart, talkin' 'bout they hard-core
With some bullshit twenty-two's they
Bought from WalMart (Bitch)
My gat bark, bite you like a shark
Right in the heart
Like a mosquito bite in the dark
You got bit, you massage it
I'ma lighten your pockets
Make a withdrawal, and take your deposit
To split profit my sawed-off blow arms off
Insurance don't cover what a
Prosthetic skull cost, it's your loss
Mother fuckers, keep your ears to the street
'Cause if you raise up
You get hit in the head with the heat
If you dead, you can't eat
So don't be a fool
And try to protect your jewels
'cause they can't protect you
Funky funky funky funky 'cause you
Heard it from hearsay
A jam that you love but
Don't be getting no airplay
Strictly for stuntin' when you ridin' around
(At twelve o'clock at night
When I bagged 'em dem pundz)
Young Zee, I keep that 357 weapon
Get your chest pressed in
Leave you dead in Best Western
Bye, send your master to look for us
Better be Bruce Lee
Me better bring Chuck Norris
I get Glocks from the Italian Mafia
I dress up, meet them niggas down in Operas
I won't stop 'til my town is popular
House so far, can't see without Binoculars
On the streets I'm creamin' wit DU
All in the hood, see they dreamin' to be you
I roll up wit 'Em
Give dime honey's heart attacks
Out in Florida wit money market Shaq act up
I put flesh and dirt
Hope you bless through church
'Cause to find y'all
They gon' need a rescue search
Yea, I'm waitin' to drop
These syllables and nouns
'Til then, I'll be baggin' up dem pundz
Funky funky funky funky 'cause you
Heard it from hearsay
A jam that you love but
Don't be getting no airplay
Strictly for stuntin' when you ridin' around
(At twelve o'clock at night
When I bagged 'em dem pundz)
Heard it from hearsay
A jam that you love but
Don't be getting no airplay
Strictly for stuntin' when you ridin' around
(At twelve o'clock at night
When I bagged 'em dem pundz)
This is strictly for stunting
When you ridin' around
With a Vida Guerra look-alike
Massagin' you down
Bitches hop in the drop, take off they top
My belt-buckle pop
They gobble the cock, then swallow the shot
General Hip-Hop just ordered you
To stand down nigga
Beat you up with your fans around nigga
Studio spot-check, let me see what you wrote
Motha fucka, you don't want
To spit, flutter kicks, go
Fake niggas get rejected
Auditioning for heart
They auditioning for the wrong part
Them niggas ain't from the hood
They got the wrong walk
They all soft, with no thought, all talk
They in the wrong sport
In a golf cart, talkin' 'bout they hard-core
With some bullshit twenty-two's they
Bought from WalMart (Bitch)
My gat bark, bite you like a shark
Right in the heart
Like a mosquito bite in the dark
You got bit, you massage it
I'ma lighten your pockets
Make a withdrawal, and take your deposit
To split profit my sawed-off blow arms off
Insurance don't cover what a
Prosthetic skull cost, it's your loss
Mother fuckers, keep your ears to the street
'Cause if you raise up
You get hit in the head with the heat
If you dead, you can't eat
So don't be a fool
And try to protect your jewels
'cause they can't protect you
Funky funky funky funky 'cause you
Heard it from hearsay
A jam that you love but
Don't be getting no airplay
Strictly for stuntin' when you ridin' around
(At twelve o'clock at night
When I bagged 'em dem pundz)
Young Zee, I keep that 357 weapon
Get your chest pressed in
Leave you dead in Best Western
Bye, send your master to look for us
Better be Bruce Lee
Me better bring Chuck Norris
I get Glocks from the Italian Mafia
I dress up, meet them niggas down in Operas
I won't stop 'til my town is popular
House so far, can't see without Binoculars
On the streets I'm creamin' wit DU
All in the hood, see they dreamin' to be you
I roll up wit 'Em
Give dime honey's heart attacks
Out in Florida wit money market Shaq act up
I put flesh and dirt
Hope you bless through church
'Cause to find y'all
They gon' need a rescue search
Yea, I'm waitin' to drop
These syllables and nouns
'Til then, I'll be baggin' up dem pundz
Funky funky funky funky 'cause you
Heard it from hearsay
A jam that you love but
Don't be getting no airplay
Strictly for stuntin' when you ridin' around
(At twelve o'clock at night
When I bagged 'em dem pundz)