Baggin' Up Da Poundz

[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 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 niggaz 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 Wal*Mart (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'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 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

[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 niggaz 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)]