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and turning on the bed, 
Jack thought of his late father 
and his story.
I wish I had a hen 
that lays golden eggs 
in times like this.

The next morning, 
when

Big Brother Beat

De La Soul

Stakes Is High

1996

Remember to keep the Mos Def in the mix
Straight butter hits, drop as a good as it gets now (what up? Uh)

Come on, y'all, get live, get down
What we

Remember to keep the Mos Def in the mix
Straight butter hits, drop as a good as it gets now (what up? Uh)

Come on, y'all, get live, get down
What we

Bread & Butter

Grand Puba

The B. Coming

2005

was you're bread you're butter
And I ain't talkin' bout that bread I fucked up on you
Cause in my head man I swore I lucked up
Wasn't countin' all

Bread & Butter

Grand Puba

The B. Coming [Clean]

2005

you

Uh, you know I was you're bread you're butter
And I ain't talkin' bout dat bread I fucked up on you
'cause in my head man I swore I lucked up

Grits and Butter Beans, too.
Chicken and Waffles and no Surprise,
Top it all off with Cherry Cobbler on the side.

Neck-bone's, Hoppin' John, we good for

of beans
Rippin' bongs in peace then where the fuck are your couches at?
You say you smoke that loud pack daily where are y'all ounces at?
Actin' like you

The Spanish took peanuts to Africa
Africans brought them west
Thinking they had a soul
Please put more peanuts in my bowl

Peanut butter has

Watermelon Peanut Butter
Watermelon Peanut Butter
Watermelon Peanut Butter
Watermelon Peanut Butter

I want you to know
I'll let you ride upon my

I see no OJ for me
 No S-I-P of vitamin C
 Cos there's no breakfast on my scene
 I'm gonna eat up all of my beans 
I'm gonna eat up all of my beans

Oh, I love, love
Eggs and beans
Honey on the toast
And butter on the greens

I eat, eat, eat
Till the plate’s all clean
Roll me like a barrel
Full

Oh yeah this for the butter baby
You look good enough to get Soped up Roll
Butter baby
Milk Man Out the utter baby
Money was dry Now it's wet Like

hysterics
In lue of this please snatch up all my links and embed em

Puttin butter on that Burnt Toast
Puttin butter on that Burnt Toast
Puttin butter on that

beans and tangerines,
crusts of black burned buttered toast,
gristly bits of beefy roasts...
the garbage rolled on down the hall,
it raised the roof, it

Sahra Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take the Garbage Out

Shel Silverstein

Freakers Ball

1972

and withered greens,
Soggy beans and tangerines,
Crusts of black burned buttered toast,
Gristly bits of beefy roasts...
The garbage rolled on down the hall,

fruit jar
cnd old men keep plucking plucking that bass string guitar
Pig feet and barbecue (pig feet and barbecue), catfish and homemade brew
Butter beans

just to play a sport
I went live before the tape went wild
15 million eyes on Mr.MAK the golden child
Thats Cocoa Butter

Money tastes sweet smells like

Hey hey hey have you seen that little bean
Not butter not black not baked or green
Hey hey hey hes the the devil in your dream
Mischief master

Hey -

bones drippy ends of icecream cones
Prone pits peach pits orange peel gloppy glumps of cold oat meal
Pizza crust and withered greens soggy beans

I just popped a bean (Aye)
Acid with some lean (Yuh)
Yeah I’m for the team
Golden limousine (Aye)
I just popped a bean (Aye)
Acid with some lean

(Shut up)[00:14.91]In deep, I fuck her gut up (Gut up)[00:16.40]Slide on that bitch like butter (Butter)[00:17.90]You woulda thought I loved her

it on you
And you get hungry
I'm a make you a mean
Homemade sandwich
Yeah baby
I'm a get that mother fucking bread
That mother fucking butter
That

Sun-kissed golden like my Aztec mothers
Coffee bean colour, sunset mother
Imma plant the pitney dem and never use rubbers

Baby you my favourite
(Favourite

My crowns been golden being born from birth
Ima king witta clip I'll put yo motha fucking face on a shirt
Money ain't a thang dawg I got the butter