Lyrics:
Ya
Oh
My oh my
Oh my oh my
Oh
Ya
They wide-eyed at my swag like they seen El Chapo
Mind is gold inside like the Sistine Chapel
My smile it shines
wit a matchin G-Shock
When the, spot get hot don't stop, move shop
Find another block restock and take it from the top now
Greed, hate, envy, what cake
get hot don't stop, move shop
Find another block restock and take it from the top now
Greed, hate, envy but cake will do
Fuck the game don't let
figured I'd tell mine
I been doin' this shit for a long time, man
Just tryna, you know, grow, grow the skill
Get better at this shit, took me a while
man
Well the missionary man
He's got God in his side
He's got the saints and apostles
Backin' up from behind
Black eyed looks from those Bible books
At the reunion
Big momma is coming, shes's bringing her gin
At the reunion
Good Lord! fried chicken, and black-eyed peas
beans, collard greens, mac and cheese, black eyed peas
Got the cornbread with some cabbage sitting in some rice
How I’d much rather spend my time
You not
time, must be talking bout the zodiac lookin for a sign, well
When we walk up in the building, black eyed peas I really gotta feelin
Me and you gon make
shakin'|From the top floor, down to the basement (aha)|And the black guy is Scandinavian|Better believe, I've got this feeling, Black Eyed Peas|Make you put
has never been better
And the lime light has been a tanning bed every 28 hrs
Being black gets you shot by the authorities
We scream don't shoot with
at the White House
You're gonna feed him?
Watermelon
Hominy grits
An' shortnin' bread
Alligator ribs
Some pig tails (so you say)
Some black eyed peas
Pow like Black Eyed Peas
Next level shit, let's go
I'm on a different level, the K-Town rebel
I'm on my demon shit, call me Deezy Devil
I'm 'bout
time? Let's just make it now
But what do I know? I'm just a black guy
Asking the same question as the black eyed peas
Where is the love? Where is
a thing
So where's the love?
Like the Black Eyed Peas
Love and freedom bring unity
And like The Beatles
Let it be
Every day (Yeah)
Got to keep prayin',
started"
No Black Eyed Peas
But you know he up the pump
I bought her Chris Louie
She like how she stomp
And she got that fatty
I'm liking the romp
I hit from
above
Cause im feeling like
Black eyed peas
Like where is the love
Stop the war
This is for the children
Of tomorrow
My life my choices
This is my life i
celebrate that we survive so
we can kill what we survive, but black funereality
be mad sometimes at how it be surviving, which it
won't stop. frustrated by
original, you know who you are
I diss my people who choose to lack
'Cause there's more to learn on how to be black
And then they say I'm prejudiced,
manoeuvres,
Through the Traffic, see some school girls, they dress graphic
Your mind on to get her, warn me to one word
As I splurt, and catch the light
to the horizon
Wide-eyed, new ground
Humbled by my new surroundings
I am a citizen of the planet
My president is kwan yin
My frontier is on an airplane
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
Knock 'em out, sell 'em, move on, it's a fast buck and the race is on to get in, get out, get what you want, get out it's the short term, the long term
My love is an original scene
Never plays back and never repeats
Brings colour to a black and white screen
And God knows that's what I need
Now my
Y'all want that shit that bumps
Ima make ya jump
Sipping juice getting crunk
Ex's boo up in my trunk
Black-eyed peas I bring the funk
This shit got
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