a pint without a cigarette is like bread withiout butter but butter gives you heart attacks so you might aswell no bother i wont smoke in the library or even on
sunshine When I'm in the crowd I don't see anything I fall into a trance at the supermarket The noise flows me along as I catch falling cans Of baked beans on toast
to the beat I don't play I'm on the up and up so for real Rapping that rap realer way real Working that suckers everyday striving to be hard Stacked with bean
contagious I'm downloadin like niggaz actually play this Maybe I'm buggin out, maybe I'm on a spaceship See I was on my stay out chill shit The way Mouse
met 'em, boys they're from ol' Connor Cowboy like you've never seen They're up for anything you want to Live on steak and refried beans They bought
was, uh, 'Heart of the City.' And Beans was still working on his album at that time, so I came up there to Baseline, it was Beans' birthday, matter of
pain Burning people, painful and cruelly slain I'm dashing to my chair I have a few fried beans Some scrambled eggs Some bread or toast While I watch
of pain Burning people, painful and cruelly slain I'm dashing to my chair I have a few fried beans Some scrambled eggs Some bread or toast While I watch
my thugs Hey yo, niggas wanna drive by the hood and dump Come on stupid, I clap up from your hood to the trunk Foot on the floor, back on the wall,
but knock a nigga off quick And I'm mad like a bitch and a nigga with a soft dick Get off this, fucking with X, but on some other shit Why the fuck you
humid sunshine when I'm in the crowd I don't see anything I fall into a trance, at the supermarket the noise flows me along, as I catch falling cans of baked beans on toast
