Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pound 4 Pound, artist - Kottonmouth Kings. Date of issue: 13.08.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pound 4 Pound |
| Still on my west coast riphop shit |
| King click mobsters are mile high in cannabis copters |
| Ha ha Lets ride come on |
| Round for round its goin down in the compound (its goin down) |
| Pound for pound we burn em down (burn em down Burn em down) |
| Pound for pound we light em up in the compound |
| Round for round we burn em down (always smoking chronic) |
| This beat is no nonsense |
| Break out the candles and incense |
| And flowers fuck a shower |
| Its a blunt bath |
| Crack another blunt wrap |
| And grab the double bag |
| Fuck a back pack |
| This shits about to go down like bagdad |
| Waving blue rags ill be flying the weed flag |
| Kottonmouth kings never buy shit we ship sacks |
| Started with the zigzags moved up to hash bags |
| Now we at the compound lacing raps |
| So we stack stacks |
| We always stackin stackin |
| On the top you know I got em |
| We always packin bowls |
| Back and forth you know I pop em |
| And when they drop em |
| We cough em out until we squash em |
| I puff until I choke |
| Eyes low they call me dloc |
| Blazing on this indo smoke |
| Im all californiaed out |
| Got some flavor from the west coast |
| Riding on these tracks like a lowrider |
| Bounce smoke an ounce |
| Do it slow so they see me when I roll |
| I let em know |
| Round for round its goin down in the compound (its goin down) |
| Pound for pound we burn em down (burn em down Burn em down) |
| Pound for pound we light em up in the compound |
| Round for round we burn em down (always smoking chronic) |
| My fingers got and itch |
| Its fucking crazy shit |
| Its fucking crazy shit |
| Stoner truck of the latest shit |
| Never call my ladies bitch |
| My trigger fingers got an itch |
| I got a wood bat swinging on the first pitch |
| Inside screw ball packing and im cracking it |
| I got a loose screw someone cut my brake chords |
| Im flying down the road banging on my dashboard |
| Driving off a cliff puffin on a fat spliff |
| Dirtball man I guess these haters finally got their wish |
| Smokes billowing the neighborhoods intact |
| The kings is in the fucking building |
| Quarter ounce about to crack |
| Most fat give it all up give me that sack |
| You dont want to not give me that |
| When Im at home play bubble go flat |
| From the Force of the bat home run |
| Check mate energy thick from the belly of all of the partying |
| All of the pain that we went thru to keep this shit poppin |
| You better believe it won’t stop |
| Retarded to think we dont know that was you |
| You better believe me forever we rockin |
| Forever the krown will power the sound |
| We do it or die |
| Round for round its goin down in the compound (its goin down) |
| Pound for pound we burn em down (burn em down Burn em down) |
| Pound for pound we light em up in the compound |
| Round for round we burn em down (always smoking chronic) |
| Blowing the bomb packing the chronic |
| All the time smoking the best |
| Keepin it fresh snappin the bong |
| Yeah snapping the bong |
| Look at my bag rolling the ghang |
| Burnin em down til it gone |
| Keep up my steez rockin it down |
| Sagging my pants we keepin it west |
| We still ride or die packing loads in glass pipes |
| Twistin grips on motorbikes |
| Blowing up and burning mikes |
| Say what you like hope your names no on my doc |
| Pulling strings out of sight |
| Blinded by the white light |
| Let the dogs out unleash em on your residence |
| Air force one im flying higher than the president |
| Yes im heaven sent |
| Burnin holy sacraments |
| 7 deadly sins guaranteed that I won’t repent |
| I won’t repent either me neither |
| My heater be the fajita |
| That all the hungry rappers want to eat up |
| I beat up the track |
| Sit up pop it up to another gear |
| To another year lick another fear |
| Shut up take it on home |
| All of the enemies clear |
| Round for round its goin down in the compound (its goin down) |
| Pound for pound we burn em down (burn em down Burn em down) |
| Pound for pound we light em up in the compound |
| Round for round we burn em down (always smoking chronic) |