Canibus - Baggin' Up Da Poundz lyrics

[Chorus x2: Canibus & (Young Zee)] 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) [Verse 1: Canibus] This is strictly for stunting when you ridin' around With a Vida Guerra look-alike ma**agin' you down b**hes hop in the drop, take off they top, my belt-buckle pop They gobble the co*k, then swallow the shot General Hip-Hop just ordered you to stand down n***a Beat you up with your fans around n***a Studio spot-check, let me see what you wrote Motha f**a, you don't want to spit, flutter kicks, go Fake n***az get rejected, auditioning for heart They auditioning for the wrong part Them n***as 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 bullsh** twenty-two's they bought from Wal*Mart (b**h!) My gat bark, bite you like a shark, right in the heart Like a mosquito bite in the dark You got bit, you ma**age it, I'm a 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 f**ers, 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 j**els, 'cause they can't protect you [Chorus x2: Canibus & (Young Zee)] [Verse 2: Young Zee] 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 n***az 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' with DU All in the hood, see they dreamin' to be you I roll up with 'Em, give dime honey's heart attacks Out in Florida with 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 [Chorus x2: Canibus & (Young Zee)]