cool beans x alot rap starts - b-legit Cool beans in the place 40 cal in my waist I point it at your face If you really wanna taste 6 shots with no
I'd rather have a, a Big Mac or a Jumbo Jack Than all the bean sprouts in Japan So don't ask me what I'm into I don't need to prove I'm cool I'll break
Well, I wish I was in New Orleans, I can see it in my dreams Arm in arm down Burgundy, a bottle and my friends and me Hoist up a few tall cool ones, play
I-I-I see some hoes in her Ayo TrackBoyz Its cool if I bring my other cats From St.Louis on this one? Come on Girl as you came through the door, you
Funky Christmas and a funky New Year I swear we got ourselves a party here Girls on the floor, knows our posse at the door Should I stop? Nah cool,
the bones I'm on my new-new, upgrade the kush from the doo-doo That's a big step, but that's how niggaz from the Lou do Last rap was too cool, but this
Pulled up to rest, let the engine cool awhile Open the beans, gather wood for the fire I hum this tune, to all the girls I've known Should I care, about
is like staring at the ring too long You have seven days Witness one of the greatest efforts, we've ever made I'm a heavyweight, swingin' like Butter Bean
you like to eat right? Fuckin with niggaz heads and all that shit Y'knahmean you got niggaz goin to different barbers 'n shit Nigga be throwin you forty beans, fifty beans
going some rounds Miss Lucy, eatin sushi playin wit her coochie On some Lil Kim shit tattooed right up on her booty That said "Beat you five beans you
, ... motherfucking see, what does he like?... You know You turning an individual suffer with the jail ... inhale making you forget the money Money it seems young black things triple beans
share See there in school, see I'm made a fool With one and a half pair of pant, you ain't cool But there's no dollars for nothing else I got beans,
flex, get pressures off my chest Slip in a tape, now which hood should I hit next Stomach ache, had a steak and take for a bean pie Get a final call for
is to flex Wip they ass up leave em' bleeding like a cotex Boy we one tight bad ass clique Niggas in my outfit gone be rappin rollin over sticks , spillin beans
dick suck and a quickly Killa cam, Dutch and the spade flow sickly The streets shifty so I keep my tool If yo ass wanna live you better keep your cool
trial need my boy as a witness Shit I'm just another poor with the riches Tryin' to keep my momma cool give her more while I'm livin' Rhymin' cool but
' out Porsche Box' or the drop top Ferrar' out Bring the old school six-fours out, coops to the four doors out Cool and Dre, bring the chorus out Money, cars, cash, clothes Beans
all these homicides? Man, fools be droppin' like flies Maybe we do need mo' brothers sellin' bean pies And it's a fool 'cuz everybody mama's know each other It ain't cool