Lyrics:
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
Come by.
Choosy lover, undercover hustler, thugs need
Love, no lie.
I want to sex you up, can I freak you down,
Thug style?
Flipping and turning,
Don't stop (ay)
You got a Rolex but can't tell the time 'cause you stupid as fuck (let that boy breathe)
Don't fuck around, bitch I do what I love,
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
like there's no laces
But I'm not your cow
So I don't walk around with my tongue out
Got a little dough
So I can't walk around with my gun out
So I keep
And this verse is just
A method to communicate
Stunt on everybody just so you can hate
I think I'm the one
I'll show you why then let you debate
So
to sleep next to the woman of my dreams
I woke up inside a coupe, thought I was dreaming
Be times I wanna give up but I just get back
The life I wanna live,
The decision is mine for the choosin'
But I can't understand what I'm losin'
'Cause I been this way it's not a new thing
I know a Gemini can be confusing
The decision is mine for the choosin'
But I can't understand what I'm losin'
'Cause I been this way it's not a new thing
I know a Gemini can be confusing
want diiamonds watches
I'm puffin on the gas so I can fly like Gerald Wallace
Ya don't feel my vibe cuz ya be ratifying malice
A nigga like the g up in
of a dollar cigar and took a puff. Says "My, ain't this purdy up here."
I says, "Earl, this hill can spill us. You better slow down or you gonna kill us. Just
'm in the Golden State
I brought my shooter like he Wiggins
He get to Wiggin
My friends is dead I think i'm Uzi
We trapping in real life
I got a script
bother?
How can you be so stupid?
Sons, slim ones flee from the third
Words, spoken, a silver spoon stuck in the throat
Young useless, lyrically
Man life been so hard on me
By the grace of God I still get through
I know somebody watching over me
N now that you gone I hope you do too
I can
a C-note
Wiggin' out, I'm givin' out free smoke
Hater love to doubt ace
I live in the kitchen baking pound cakes
Supreme clientele, never clout chase
Writin rhymes is the best way I express how I feel
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail
Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll leave
express how I feel
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail
Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll leave you confused
And if you watch
the corny forms
(And we're in, your neighborhood) on the norms
Capture, was to, whack ya
Manufacture, you can even ask Anita about the rapture
I figured,
Boogey Man
Manic mad musician, maker of noise
That's jocked, by your homeboys
I rocks my flocks of sheep, it's the slickest shepherd around
I was
me
Scare me of dreams scare me they can come true
Oh yeah
True
A pity it's only a dream/it's true because when I looked down in there
I didn't see
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
yo' face but I can't be around you and know you're not mine so if
you
really love him tell me am I wasting my time
Ooh Ooh. (gerald's many ooh's)
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