old as dad what's up with that health care eased everyone's scare i still can't get over your hair what's up with that? time's up mr. bill your crusty
oh, so nice But it left me eatin' red beans and rice Hey Mr. Millionaire Hey Mr. Millionaire Could you loan this poor boy a dime? Hey Mr. Millionaire Hey Mr
on my waste I got them racks up in my jeans Call me Mr. Lysol the boy is so clean Catch me in the club you would think I'm on a bean I am really loaded
like dat, now dig [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Trotter, a.k.a. [BT/Tariq Trotter] Well um, Black Thought from The Roots y'all [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr
You're not kook That nigga with a black cape and a hook It was the Bigg, note these tactics on his book The effects will be drastic So check it! it's Mr
for me one for u jus da way i lyk em straight a town meet me in da room guarantee ta go down now ya baby daddy mad u wouldve spilled da beans
and one for you Just the way I like 'em, straight A-Town Meet me in the room, guaranteed to go down Now your baby daddy mad, you went and spilled the beans
Hits ya harder than thorozine shock wit a bit of that knock indeed ya caca bean tech gonna eat you wit them hits with some motherfucking robber beans
all the noise Ain't nothing on ya block but them vocaling toys Riding tinted out real straps hoes galore Now it don't get no deeper than this Mr. Obysis
breeze [Chorus] [Spectacular] spectac pretty boi come and snatch ya chick flip out hundred dollar bills like a sidekick i keep niggaz quiet callem mr. bean
is bigger than yours Ooh, say what, say what? I say what, say what? I say what, say what? My band is bigger than yours Too bad I got your beans in my
wanna know, Mr.Football Man is What do you do about Willy Mays Martin Luther King, Olatunji, oh Well, the funniest woman I ever seen Was the great granddaughter of Mr
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 'em mop me off get a Mr. Clean And
How Yall Doin? Yeh, my names Colt Ford, I jus came here to do a little song for yall, bout where I come from, the way I see it, I brought my buddy, Mr
Yall Doin? Yeh, my names Colt Ford, I jus came here to do a little song for yall, bout where I come from, the way I see it, I brought my buddy, Mr. John
head full of answers to criminal schemes His daddy's in prison and his friends are all fuckers The car drinks petroleum, Mr. S runs on beans Which one
-yo... Franklin Bean: [standing behind him] What are you singing, Petey? Petey: Just... just making it up as I went- as I went along, really. Franklin Bean
Moms can't understand {what's come over it} runnin up the weed spots everybody lay the say everybody gone up in your parkin gun shot to your boy where your wallet Mr
