Lyrics:
showers
Black Eyed Pea on it, done
witcha
I'm from the home of the neckbones
Black eyed peas, turnip and collard greens
We the children on the corn dirtier than Bob Marley's pee-pee
P.O
One time for A$AP Yams
Let's go
What's this I see? Niggas tryna act like G's
Got A$AP, got Fergy with me
It's a new day, no Black Eyed
from Choctaw Ridge"
"Today Billie Joe MacAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge"
And Papa said to Mama as he passed around the black-eyed peas
to the V.I.P
I got my lil' niggas in the club, fuck I.D
My niggas kill at will, give you black eyed peas
And the molly make the white girl look Chinese
OHB,
witcha
I'm from the home of the neckbones
Black eyed peas, turnip and collard greens
We the children on the corn dirtier than Bob Marley's pee-pee
We be fallin' up
Never fallin' down
We keep it on higher level
Elevated ground
Wherever in your area
City or your nation
Black Eyed Peas is known
find us on your channel, find us on your station
We bring the movement of Black Eyed Peas-ilation
[Chorus]
And
Mulligan stew to turn Jimmy Buffett's head. Woo, black-eyed peas and them
Good ol' collard greens, wooo. You know...
You know what...
What?
That
miss the folks I love, ma's home cooking
Sittin' 'round the fire at a catfish fry
I miss the black eyed peas, mustard greens
Candied yams, home
now ya looking silly with yo head in ya lap
Im a hit em with the swwoom, Imma hit em with the slap
Big bro gonna get em with the zap
Its kinda funny I
a ball, man
(You sick?)
No
(Hungry?)
No, man
I just had myself a whole mess of black-eyed peas and rice
(Long way, long way)
(See what I mean?)
a ball, man
(You sick?)
No
(Hungry?)
No, man
I just had myself a whole mess of black-eyed peas and rice
(Long way, long way)
(See what I mean?)
Black Eyed Susan
Lyrics and Music by Andrew Weiss
The curfew had been lifted, and the innocent left town
There's no good reason for my heart
day we'll be celebrities
We'll Pump It like the Black Eyed Peas” yeah!
Now my dreams died
cnd my real life
Keeps declinin'
I would be fine
If
peach.
You make our black-eyed peas and our grits, Mame,
Seem like the bill of fare at the Ritz, Mame,
You came, you saw, you conquered
You got to Paris' gym
Diet that got Oprah thin
And Leonardo walks out of Haute
Just as you were walking in
You got a VIP to the black eyed peas
hay mañana
Vamos al party ahorita, yo no sé mañana
Party like no mañana
We party like this
No mañana (prra)
Rumba (yo)
Rumba
Black Eyed Peas
poochie-al-cata
I verify that I got lots o' hoochies on data.
Governor of California black eyed peas the terminators
We the exterminators, invade you like
from the Black Eyed Peas
Number one Billboard entry
Don’t get me started this
Ain’t no petty party
I’m hardly new to the game
I served my time in
is to see Parazitii on CD
At low prices next to Black Eyed Peas
Fuck money, fuck tax fees
We throw shit on everybody from the nineties
Like this -
We
to make lean in it
No Black Eyed Peas but “I gotta feeling”
Hit from the back
And make his girlfriend scream in it
Dating two girls
You know how I’m livin’
the expanse, Theory of relativity
Starry Eyed, I'mma let dreams be reality
No matter where I go, I can always just fly away
I'mma jump on a ship, go out
young nigga, bring him back to me!
Call my young nigga, he got what you need!
I got high as that bitch Fergie
From the Black Eyed Peas
Make that bitch
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