One Mo Pound
Brotha Lynch Hung feat. D-Dubb Lyrics


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I was rollin' through the hood one day
Thought shit den calmed down,
"Gang-bangin'" den played out by the years since I den been around
Ain't talked to nobody from my block
Cause all my niggas is locked up
And it's been all ever I seen wit a guillotine
So I was in the "Cut Supreme"
Fifteen grams and some "greenodine"
Ain't seen a block nigga since
But now I'm off that kill green
(Mothtafuckas ain't got no love for me)
(Niggas want to put some slugs in me)
So I'm double 0 seven, murder redrum wit my three fifty seven
Brotha Lynch Hung, but the bitches call me Kevin
They try to make me think they close to me, but Neb'in [never]
You know I gots to (say high) stay high, keep recipts for alibis
And the meat they ate from them drive-bys ain't mine
cause mine's a supe' desguise
As I swoop the skies high off that buddha
tah mixed the cusche and the purple hairs
And it got me high
(Now I'm rollin on the river)
Labeled Mr. FedEx
(Cause them bodies I deliver)
Got to get to my next plot
Unlock the freezer get the meat for the "rocks" [rotweilers]
And heat the heat cause it's the "nine-neb'in" ['97]
and it's hot den a mothafucka
(All day everyday) I'mma stay loaded up, "krondike" in the trunk
And a pound full of James Brown
Cause I gots to get loaded so hold up soldier

[Chorus: 2Xs]

The count goes
(One more pound of smoke and it's guaranteed to make a mothafucka choke)
(Ain't got no down ass bitch at my side
but I got some bomb ass weed in my ride)

Nothin but notches, booches
Fill my pockets, hit 'em up everyday, gotta have my pay
The gaungay got me high now I'm paranoida den these booches
Filthy rich, I'mma take the loot
And the dig a ditch, tell your neighborhood bitch
to miss me with that hoe shit
Cause I'mma get this nigga when he surface
And that's on everything I love, I gots to split his wig
Opened up the little blue packet, stung him like a yellow-jacket
Rib cage heavily padded, hit him with the automatic shells
Send him to hell express from his mailing address
We got his name, for sho', then we went to the house and did that shit
I know I said I do it alone in the pass, everybody in the neighborhood knew
somebody betta jack his ass up like a six-four impala
You floatin' on dirty water
Pack your shit up nigga like it's on only you and your ?woda-goda?
Track your ass down, smoke your last pound

[Chorus 2Xs]

(If you smell any smoke it's just me and my homies gettin' blown)
And I was late gettin' home, intoxicated
Fight with my old lady
she was comin at unreal, hit the blunt and now she's animated
Motivate through you like a foggy mist
You can hold me in your chest-plate like that nitro hit
First Degree told me if the weed can toss
It'll talk some shit, gotta get me an underspot
make me a Hemp Museum like be -Legit
I'm tryin to bump my head on the moon
Live so high up in the mountains eatin' snake meat, fried raccoons
With a attitude I need food to eat up
smoke a fat blunt on my couch with my feet up
Top notch program, DOS mode indo 95 upgrade siccmade
Stay paid til the day on the ground, I'mma lay, I'mma stay loaded up
In my trunk I got the blow you up and it'll blow you up
And the count goes





[Brotha Lynch Hung sends out shout outs til the end]

Overall Meaning

The song "One Mo Pound" by Brotha Lynch Hung is a perfect example of gangsta rap that talks about the hood life, drugs and violence, and the struggles of being a gangster. The song is about the rapper driving through his hood, reminiscing about how gang banging used to be a big thing but now his niggas are locked up. He is paranoid because he knows that people are out to get him and he wants to stay high all day, every day. The chorus talks about how he may not have a down-ass bitch by his side, but he does have some bomb-ass weed in his ride.


The verses talk about his everyday life and how he stays loaded with krondike and pounds of James Brown. He talks about how he's a gangster and knows how to kill people and get away with it. He also talks about digging ditches and not trusting people. He had a fight with his lady and hit the blunt to calm himself down.


In conclusion, this song is about the hard life of being a gangster and the struggles that come with it. Brotha Lynch Hung talks about how it's important to stay loaded and pray to God to stay alive because life on the streets is harsh and unpredictable.


Line by Line Meaning

I was rollin' through the hood one day
Brotha Lynch Hung was driving through the neighborhood one day.


Thought shit den calmed down,
He thought that the gang violence had decreased.


"Gang-bangin'" denounced the played out, by the years since I den been around
The prevalence of gang violence had dropped since he was last in his old neighborhood.


Ain't talked to nobody from my block
He hasn't spoken to anyone in his old community.


Cause all my niggas is locked up
All of his friends are incarcerated.


And it's been all ever I seen wit a guillotine
The only thing he has seen in a long time is a weapon of violence.


So I was in the "Cut Supreme"
He was driving a car called the "Cut Supreme".


Fifteen grams and some "greenodine"
He had 15 grams of marijuana and some pills for sale.


Ain't seen a block nigga since
He hasn't seen anyone from his old neighborhood in a while.


But now I'm off that kill green
He is no longer selling marijuana.


(Mothtafuckas ain't got no love for me)
People don't care about him.


(Niggas want to put some slugs in me)
People want to harm him.


So I'm double 0 seven, murder redrum wit my three fifty seven
He is armed and willing to kill to protect himself.


Brotha Lynch Hung, but the bitches call me Kevin
His alter ego is Kevin and women call him that nickname.


They try to make me think they close to me, but Neb'in [never]
People pretend to be friends with him, but they are not actually close.


You know I gots to (say high) stay high, keep receipts for alibis
He needs to stay high and keep receipts to prove where he was.


And the meat they ate from them drive-bys ain't mine
He didn't participate in any violent crimes.


cause mine's a supe' disguise
His true identity is hidden.


As I swoop the skies high off that buddha
He is high on marijuana while driving around.


tah mixed the cusche and the purple hairs
He has mixed two strains of marijuana.


And it got me high
The marijuana has made him intoxicated.


(Now I'm rollin on the river)
He is driving through the neighborhood.


Labeled Mr. FedEx
He is known for delivering drugs.


(Cause them bodies I deliver)
He delivers dead bodies instead of drugs.


Got to get to my next plot
He needs to go to his next location where he will deliver drugs.


Unlock the freezer get the meat for the "rocks" [rotweilers]
He needs to take meat from the freezer to feed the guard dogs.


And heat the heat cause it's the "nine-neb'in" ['97]
He needs to turn up the heat because it's cold outside.


and it's hot den a mothafucka
It's really hot outside.


(All day everyday) I'mma stay loaded up, "krondike" in the trunk
He's always prepared with drugs in the trunk of his car.


And a pound full of James Brown
He has a pound of marijuana.


Cause I gots to get loaded so hold up soldier
He needs to keep getting high to cope.


The count goes
He is counting the amount of drugs he has.


(One more pound of smoke and it's guaranteed to make a mothafucka choke)
One more pound of marijuana will make someone really high.


(Ain't got no down ass bitch at my side
He doesn't have a loyal girlfriend by his side.


but I got some bomb ass weed in my ride)
He has some really good drugs in his car.


Nothin but notches, booches
He has a lot of women and money.


Fill my pockets, hit 'em up everyday, gotta have my pay
He needs to make money every day by selling drugs.


The gaungay got me high now I'm paranoida den these booches
He's high on marijuana and paranoid about the women around him.


Filthy rich, I'mma take the loot
He has a lot of money and will take it.


And the dig a ditch, tell your neighborhood bitch
He will bury anyone who crosses him.


to miss me with that hoe shit
He doesn't want to deal with any women who are being difficult or dramatic.


Cause I'mma get this nigga when he surface
He is going to harm someone who has wronged him.


And that's on everything I love, I gots to split his wig
He is going to harm someone.


Opened up the little blue packet, stung him like a yellow-jacket
He used a small weapon to harm someone.


Rib cage heavily padded, hit him with the automatic shells
He used a weapon with big bullets to harm someone.


Send him to hell express from his mailing address
He killed someone and disposed of the body.


We got his name, for sho', then we went to the house and did that shit
He knows the name of the person he harmed and went to their house to harm them.


I know I said I do it alone in the pass, everybody in the neighborhood knew
He used to say he worked alone, but everyone in the neighborhood knew he was involved in violent crimes.


somebody betta jack his ass up like a six-four impala
Someone needs to harm him like in a car accident.


You floatin' on dirty water
You are in a lot of trouble.


Pack your shit up nigga like it's on only you and your ?woda-goda?
He is telling someone to pack their things and leave the area.


Track your ass down, smoke your last pound
He is going to find someone and harm them.


(If you smell any smoke it's just me and my homies gettin' blown)
He and his friends are smoking marijuana.


And I was late gettin' home, intoxicated
He was driving while intoxicated.


Fight with my old lady
He got into an argument with his girlfriend.


she was comin at unreal, hit the blunt and now she's animated
He smoked marijuana and his girlfriend's behavior changed.


Motivate through you like a foggy mist
He is affecting people's behavior.


You can hold me in your chest-plate like that nitro hit
He is dangerous like an explosive.


First Degree told me if the weed can toss
A friend told him that marijuana can reveal people's true intentions.


It'll talk some shit, gotta get me an underspot
He needs to find a new source of marijuana.


make me a Hemp Museum like be -Legit
He wants to build a museum dedicated to marijuana.


I'm tryin to bump my head on the moon
He wants to get really high.


Live so high up in the mountains eatin' snake meat, fried raccoons
He wants to live in the mountains and eat exotic animals.


With a attitude I need food to eat up
He is always hungry and needs to eat.


smoke a fat blunt on my couch with my feet up
He likes to smoke marijuana and relax at home.


Top notch program, DOS mode indo 95 upgrade siccmade
He uses a top-of-the-line program and equipment to sell drugs.


Stay paid til the day on the ground, I'mma lay, I'mma stay loaded up
He will continue to sell drugs and stay high.


In my trunk I got the blow you up and it'll blow you up
He has an explosive in his car.


(Brotha Lynch Hung sends out shout outs til the end)
He gives a shout out to his friends.




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