Pork with beans Lyrics

Yeah

It's one eight six

I sip a cup to take the pain out

And if I wasn't drunk

Probably try to blow my brain out

And lord knows gotta keep on bottling that anger

´Cause there some fuckers I'd like to see laying with their heads off

Coughing in the hash smoke all this place fucked

Homeboys brought outside their mothers cribs

Six'o clock wearing handcuffs

But lately I'm in rare form man fuck a peer pressure

My impression is my voice inflections

Could make me stack architectures

And my heart's broke

But it's coming out as masterpieces

Fuck a piece of the cake

I'll share a piece of mine your bitch wash the dishes

And fuck a peace of mind

I leak a piss of wine

Your dead face when I close my eyes

Makes me wanna stop blinking

I said I stop drinking

Man fuck that

We got stories to let you sweating out off thrill on your forehead

God bless now that I work clean

I might be making more cash

A montain out a mole hill

Bitch I'm spitting on your forecast

I have to make it for the reals

I have to make it for my homies in the fields servin fiends

I have to make it for my peers workin seven days a week

I put my knee down

I been workin alot

On the block making cash ain't no matter of luck

Fellas be risking their freedoms over fourty bucks

Down where everybody bites

You won't hear me barking loud

Sipping a drink in Paris now

Been some years since I was rapping in the parking lot

Her pussy got erotic dreams

She want exotic things

Stockings on her feet

Now she cooking pork with beans

Scottie Pippen if we leak a shot

We hit the spot clean

Gooffy rappers pipping

Blowing on my pipe like dope fiends

Since fourteen pain scriptures

Pen like prescription pills

On a beat I make em motherfuckers freeze for a minute

I'm from where things can get rough

Over a where you from

Liars be playing a dangerous game ´Cause ain't a brother gonna let you front

Grew up on dope land

Where your own friends get lame

Cocain make a grown man turn a fake fool

They let the tool ring behind the barber shop

It's hard to maintain

It's god's land foreign faces stick to the game plan

I have to make it for the reals

I have to make it for my homies in the fields servin fiends

I have to make it for my peers workin seven days a week

I put my knee down

Paulie did the prep work

He was doing a year for contempt

And he had this wonderful system

For doing the garlic

He used a razor

And he used to slice it so thin

That he used to liquefy in the pan

With just a little oil

It was a very good system