bid'ness [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Pitts, a.k.a. [LA/Micah Pitts] Lord Akil, social misfit [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Greene, a.k.a. [MM/Tony Greene
the bean rollin-rollin on the bean catch me sippin lean i be on the green, yea that irene rollin-rollin on the bean catch me sippin lean i be on the green
man) Cush Banks so the green aliad (Money man) Fergalicious she's jumpin' out da pan (Money man) Gorilla nigga, you can call me money man (Money man) Pack of beans
add 40 mo Another row, make it glo, colors likle a rainbow (bling) Luda alabama all my ballas let yo chain so Kiwi green diamond, sittin nasty all
seen seen sala bean that dont mean anything but i can make a man get alot of green and make everybody conseen wit the neen im a menace they wanna put
State Call me Tech N9ne but teachers and students call me A. Yates (Hook) I'm hella fine like the food at Ollie Gate's Strawberry, baked bean, mixed
make a comparrison Like Aaron Yates Norman Bates Perfect mates Dippin up in Wally Gates Bitches yellin head is swellin Thinkin of goin in hell and bakin with the beans Got me fiend Murder for my green
poisoned sick rat coleslaw around your toilet stool While you scream ''fuck you'' I'm across the street eating Popeye's Cajun rice In a station wagon with hot beans
so it won't be no more rap shows Yeah that's what I thought I see wall to wall hoes bitches everywhere all over the place niggas tippin off the green
How these pussy gon' convince me to start and don't follow up And touch my momma kids follow us My mom proud of us and plus I love the green wit in God
know how, just let me know I got them diamonds on my neck, I'm so icey I think they like Sig', in them white tees Them SB jeans, sneaks is me Dark green
Up Off Dem Bars, Gotta Car I Aint Even Gotta Park No Key Push Button To Start, She Aint A Dime I Won't Get Hard Got Hoe's Dat Need A Green Card, Say Ima
dollars and cents And fools can't hold us Every chance we get, we hittin up the rollers Comin up short of the green guys And I might start slangin bean
mama I got one good room You could have my bed But come on and go home with me mama Yeah Mama I don't eat steaks I eat beans and green potatoes and tomatoes
To New Orleans Drink more fishwater there Oh more than any whale's mama ever seen Alright tonight I've been fueling my dreams By eatin' greens and beans
Don't need no rich bitch, to tell me which Fork to use, I paid my dues In a rat-trap building called New York Livin' off beans, greens, and pork In
An orange green labrador Sits in the clouds Geraldine watches nearby The sun's going down on a Shadow of doubt A car careens into the drive Way up the
go and get your team And I'll get 'em all smoked like a stick a nicotine or a nick of green And I don't talk to these hoes like I'm Mr. Bean I just let