Pound 4 Pound Lyrics - Mile High - Kottonmouth Kings

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 wont 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 wont repent 

I wont 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) 

RED FOX