Letras:
Lord Bean Other

treat, you get from 52nd Street, word up Word to life, word is bond, word to God I'm like the bean he's like a bean I guess the stage is like a pod,

Cause I didn't come from a wealthy family I guess I learned to take it for most of the year But every December when Christmas drew near And all the other

kid I knew A pudgy girl back in school She had greasy hair and geeky glasses Object of ridicule The other day in the check out line They were ringin' up my rice and beans

any child is time Look, we don't have all the answers We're victims also to the same situations But man plans and the Lord plans And the Lord is the

out, you n*ggas wake up Hip HOP is soft, since the ROCAFELLA brake up and i dont do sibliminals, I just pick Jay up and all you other n*ggas stay up i

song this your bang go ahead get into it Girls in them tight jeans lord have mercy when they do it Keep it clean in my yo my car smell like jelly beans

King, I'm Smooth Sister to Sister Crip, What it do? Thought the grass was green on the other side Millionaires over here We say fuck the other side While

treat, you get from 52nd Street, word up Word to life, word is bond, word to God I'm like the bean he's like a bean I guess the stage is like a pod,

Waiting on water waiting on a vaccine Waiting on someone to bring me a bag of beans Lord have mercy on me Lord have mercy on me Lord have mercy on me Lord