Smoke Bulga - In the Bean lyrics
rate me[Intro:]
This is our fucking CD
And nobody gonna dictate our freedom!
Stay strong!
To live and die in the bean we’re both so strong
And no bones gonna stop us, stop us
I’m on for my city, owning TV and a chopper
I do this for Ducati rolling B Mahabi
I’ll be in that new two door Ferrari with a couple bitch besides me
And my all black and my gold on
Your Bobby O, I’m brewing shit
Throw bullets like ready nigga,
I’m pulling bitch when I’m shooting, nigga!
Any angel that aim, nigga,
44 point blank, nigga, aiming straight at your brain, nigga,
The shit here for them A, nigga!
It’s the place on 9/11 where they jack the planes
I made that bean more famous than them boys on… way
Raspberry, I’m talking ….
…Chester, nigga the South Fame …
With no discussion, delaying, always busting
Is what Paul Raven told them at the… coming
And I’ve been running down the …
And the bitch gave me the chills
..when your boy gonna hold bean in me wheel, uh!
Hook:
I got a squad full of hitters, boy
You pussy niggas get familiar
And when you standing for no fuck boys,
We got our fingers on the trigger.
We learn to hustle for the dollar
All the goons, I can hold them back
To put the bean, are you afraid of…
We’re in the bean where we’re getting at!
(Raspberry, JP in the berry
Our nigga can’t…)
We’re in the bean where we’re getting at!
(We’re in the Chester
Alone in this church and we pull money…)
We’re, we’re, we’re in the bean where we’re getting at
(We’re in the pen, my homies with their friends
And we’re covering up them friends, huh)
We’re, we’re, we’re in the bean where we’re getting at
(The South fan my homies making ends
Counting money to the end, uh)
We’re, we’re, we’re in the bean where we’re getting at
North side nigga, you know Slee, though
..tore her off the scene, oh
See you wipe your ass, and you won’t need know it
Money on that gun, I just freeze throw it
And ‘em homicides boosting, that’s’ for…
We’re putting bodies in the freezer, we’re street niggas
And I’m from North… it goes a little…
What up?
Do it Chester!
It’s do it Chester rich with a side street
We don’t wait for drum dwag, now we’re gonna find beef
Trying to whip 12…out this 9 piece
All my niggas grind me, … early 90, uh
Got some young niggas spending old bread
And we ain’t shit, dwag, we’re fucking up our old heads
Threes up rapping, six, one, seven
Our four five shout them, if I hear daddy tell them!
Hook:
I got a squad full of hitters, boy
You pussy niggas get familiar
And when you standing for no fuck boys,
We got our fingers on the trigger.
We learn to hustle for the dollar
All the goons, I can hold them back
To put the bean, are you afraid of…
We’re in the bean where we’re getting at!
Did that Federal B, had our mind to set back
Still didn’t convince me much, I’m right back where I’m getting at
Break out lieutenant Rocky, need my money ASAP
Those are set up… daddy, flip that!
… where I’m living at, but… where we’re getting at
Jurassic Park, that’s JP, not too many visits facts
No new niggas, same niggas, it’s the sand box
Heat life, Ducati king, apply pressure from the start
Life, yeah, I’m a… baby
Heat life living, got me new side crazy
Life, and history’s where you find me at
If I ain’t… I got the bean on my… cat.
Hook:
I got a squad full of hitters, boy
You pussy niggas get familiar
And when you standing for no fuck boys,
We got our fingers on the trigger.
We learn to hustle for the dollar
All the goons, I can hold them back
To put the bean, are you afraid of…
We’re in the bean where we’re getting at!
(Raspberry, JP in the berry
Our nigga can’t…)
We’re in the bean where we’re getting at!
(We’re in the Chester
Alone in this church and we pull money…)
We’re, we’re, we’re in the bean where we’re getting at
(We’re in the pen, my homies with their friends
And we’re covering up them friends, huh)
We’re, we’re, we’re in the bean where we’re getting at
(The South fan my homies making ends
Counting money to the end, uh)
We’re, we’re, we’re in the bean where we’re getting at
Hey yo, she said, “I’ll be flexing, call me Boston strong!”
Loud pack game, bitch, I feel like Boston George
All my niggas standing tall like…
… like akas like ….
South Side on the shit with the point G
Shawty… with the trees like the lumberjack
Villain … in love with.. and hustle packs
RIP…
We’re in the bean where we’re getting that!
