Red Beans & Cornbread

By Polyester the Saint

Released on May 24, 2013

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This one of them songs that you

You bump in your Caprice, your Buick Regal

I peel off on them Hunnid Spokes

From the underground I get paid mo

I creep, call, never late though

If I roll the dice I'ma take those

I bang bang for the Lake show

All facts no fables

We just ain't the same bro, just ain't the same bro

Now peep game when I say so

In my Levi's and my cortez'

Ain't a nan thing here wrong

From my pinky toe to my forehead

Granny house, I stay fed, Red beans with the Cornbread

Red beans with the cornbread (x2)

Mac & cheese with the koolaid

Fitted cap with the cool shades

Rick James to 2 Chainz

I thank the Lord for a new day

Who wanna see my on 2k

Pac-man of this rap game

Chompin' down on everything (x2)

I pull up, now the party's popping

Hoe's choosing, pimps knocking

Henny poured and we ain't stopping

Like 6 4's, we stay hopping

I'm true to this while you steady fronting

I'm custom up to the top button

I stay winning, you stay watching

Yelling Domino's and it ain't nothing

**HOOK**

Hunnid Straight (we go hard)

Bloody Straight (we go hard)

Bloody glove (we go hard)

Heart I run (we go hard)

One be at strife (we go hard)

Hope they frown (we go hard)

Money round, (we go hard)

No handout (we go hard)

Jamaica style, American Style, West Coast Style

We go hard (We go hard, yeeeaa)

(Me go hard x3)

For everything on our mind

**Verse 2**

We grew here, y'all flew here

I can tell you whose who here

New chucks, I got 2 pair

Since the 8th grade, I been too player

Ain't safe for you new kids

Still a G Thang like Snoop is

Or Eazy-E, Straight Ruthless

Dipping down, I'm cruising

So jump back, all you new jacks, before you get cracked

Like Pookie did

Been out here so long, steady

Pushing hard with my cool 10's

Cooling out with my cool friends

Making dollars, making new trends (x3)

Make it hollar, like who's him?

6'2 with a smooth grin

Keyboard, straight fooling

Making them beats bang so tune in

Pretty dame things movings (yep)

Locked in, we grooving (yep)

You ain't here, you boofin'

Running wild, you losing

Choosing, to hang with them chumps

We hooping, jump, jump, double pump

Doing my thing, got my mojo

Came to America, Soul Glo

Touch this? That's a no no

A new G, with an old, Soul

**Hook**

Hunnid Straight (we go hard)

Bloody Straight (we go hard)

Bloody glove (we go hard)

Heart I run (we go hard)

One be at strife (we go hard)

Hope they frown (we go hard)

Money round, (we go hard)

No handout (we go hard)

Jamaica style, American Style, West Coast Style

We go hard (We go hard, yeeeaa)

(Me go hard x4)

For everything on our mind