Lyrics:
Roll up that za I smoke exotic by the pea
No one can ever help you out when you tell 'em that you in need
Daddy always told me play with them lions you
go do it, do it, do it
An' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Ban Hank, I'm everywhere
Just throw your hands up in the air
And party hardy like you just
gonna be, gonne be, gonna be, gonna be,
King of the pack so I can act this brave,
The cards always dealt was a hand of Spades,
That I had to use to dig up
Crash Bandicoot
They waitin' for the wrong extension, give it up, I won't salute (I won't)
Split pea, I left 'em leakin' like a can of soup
Now your
03' I'm in my prime
Pull up to that Mac-D drive thru
Share box and a side to abide to
Mac-D I don't nyam Five Guys Food
Pad in hand wid a beat to write
This year I get to see my family
I’m grown up now life made a young man of me
This going down in my lifetime is big
I came back in eighty two with
the shift
Shift in black culture, filled up with pride
Man i wish James Brown was alive so he can say it I'm black and I'm proud
Keepin' it real none stoppin
I'm from the East Coast)
And that's for damn sure
And I just got a call from my man 'Pac
And we was talkin' about how
We like to toss up
How we like our
like darts and cut like machetes, and I'm rockin' the shit steady
Like no doubt, the show sold out,
They know how I rolled in when I roll out
Black Eyed
hollow-eyed
Reality ain't black and white
Ashes dance in the sun
Led by the dream of a disillusioned mind
How could you not see before
And realize that
All
that's tethered or stay low
My black outfit is leather
I pack loudness by the gram
The same way your hand roll up to smoke sour cheddar
You're girl love
SON OF THE SOUTH
Writer Bill Anderson
I was born eatin' gravy and black-eyed peas
Cracklin' bread and turnip greens
Washin' 'em down with a big
I'm
And my dear old daddy when the blessing is said
Fillin' up his plate with black eyed peas (and side meat)
And a great big hunk of my dear sweet mama's
the maddest, I'm Gone With the Wind
Because it is, survival of the fittest
When the shit hits the fan I got my shank in my hand
Black man with the permanent
them laps
Hand to hand shawty make a sale when I dap
Life a game a dice shoot a nigga like craps
Booted off Molly man really used to T up
Blowin thru
You're a steppin stone we walkin tall
Footprints all down the hall
Knocked down we stand up
We party hard get yah hands up
We blaze up smoke you out
Mind
hard get yah hands up
We blaze up smoke you out
Mind trapped we broke you out
There's an undertone don't hesitate
We love Cali we medicate
In my
a steppin' stone we walkin tall
Footprints down the hall
Knocked down we stand up
We party hard get yah hands up
We blaze up smoke you out
Mind trapped we
the booth with a lyrical noose
Use it to string any lame that I choose
Tie it up right around hand me down necklesses over zealous lemons rock claiming Zeus
I'm a black eyed pea
Racking the dough, collecting the cheese
Scratch up my neck from the bling
I'm in then I'm out like peace
Cut the hoe off
(Oh!)
That's why I'm out here being savage
Black eyed peas with the cabbage
Man I'm on a new me
Can't really focus what you doin'
Cause I'm gonna do me
on me Las Vegas
Back on my shit
That’s the fragrance
Inked up
Theboyistheman
Faceless God my watch GOT damn
Talk to reckless thats the brand
3 Eyed Raven
I am in a meeting"
Bitch, my peas aren't black eyed but listen I gotta feeling
I'm the shit
Fuck you really babbling
Chickies try to pick 50 to ride
mention 9s and men'll die
Your neighbourhood gentrified
Load up the milli ahk, cock it and blam
I'll Milli rock the gun powder right off of my hand
I'm
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