his name was Beanni say where you been Beanni i saw you on your skateboard but i never saw your face just saw your beanie -Beanni her name was Fly Girl
Beanie, what's up, baby? What's happening? (Face) Sigel, what ' bout to get off, baby? We fittin' to get off Aiyo, what we goin' to do on this shit man
Ooh, I just hear mom prayin', I just hear gran sayin "Somebody oughta just, reach out and, help me" Eight decades and four years and gran still kickin
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
pricetag I wrote this rhyme off 25 blunt drags Hear that sound leave a block hunchback Killa House, understand prick We ain't gon stop till we "Rich bitch" Holla back, Redman, Beanie
Ah, did you ever go to sleep with Bo Derek And wake up with Bo Diddley? Ah, did you ever go to sleep with Bo Derek And wake up with Bo Diddley? You
Spent fifteen years getting loaded Fifteen years 'till his liver exploded Now what's Bob gonna do Now that he can't drink? The doctor said, "Whatcha
Open yourself, let me inside Open your arms, I have nowhere To go, so let me into you I need to be where nothing can hurt me Open your legs to let me
Through word of mouth Let it be known The man who spends His life on a mission He's legendary Travelling from Coast to coast He's the contemporary Johnny
Liza's had enough of men She said she won't get burned again She said they don't know how to fuck Her last boyfriend's a schmuck Shared with her a nice
We wrote this song, it's not too short, not too long It's got back-up voc's in just the right places It's got a few oohs and ahhs It takes a little pause
A blackened wick is what remains The flame was blown out just recently Although the candle hadn't burned down to the stick It won't be lit again, the
Sometimes I feel my life is going 'round in circles Beneath my eyes are bluish black There's nothing new, no one I wanna talk to Nothing I wanna think
When I look 'round, I only see outta one eye As the smoke surrounds my head, the sauna I hear the voices, but I can't make out their words Saying things
I'm a person just like you But I've got better things to do Than sit around and fuck my head Hang out with the living dead Snort white shit up my nose
Endless evenings of non-exist Are getting shorter, monotonous Like an intruder, I belong outside Although I find myself right back The same place I was
One more time for Ho Jo, you know I can't wait Another wasted line I'm sittin' in the corner, I can feel the weight Of my head on top of my spine There
You've got the beauty, but that don't mean a thing A bland reciprocation but it doesn't bother me You're happier with lights on underneath a darkened
