Lyrics:
from the south
Black Eyed Peas don't got nothin on boy, he love to scream and shout
Had to cover up his mouth, now we gut him like a trout
Yeah, wanting
have black eyed peas and collared greens
And if you're from the North there's stuff just for you
Like king crab legs and Eskimo pie, too
They have
out butt naked watchin' the cosby show
Hey little rascals Eddie Haskell
Black eyed peas with a lot of tabasco
Chico stix big fat chicks
Old reruns
Big Bad Hank, I'm everywhere
Just throw your hands up in the air
And party harder like you just don't care
Let's do it, don't stop, y'all, a-tick
la la la la la)
Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you move, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty moma
We the blast masters blastin' up
just seen the dream as predicted by Martin Luther
And you could choose to, sit in front of your computer
Posin' with guns, shootin' YouTube up
Or you
And you'll be scared to pick the mic up again
Lyrically you on the level of Green, Eggs and Ham
Your best bet is fold 'cause I gots a bigger hand
Plus I'm
get into you
Strong communicator called the Black Eyed Peas
Hard illustrator co-coordinate with ease
And duplicator crew, we put 'em all on freeze
Big Bad Hank, I'm everywhere
Just throw your hands up in the air
And party harder like you just don't care
Let's do it, don't stop, y'all, a-tick
Eyed Peas and Q's and it's gon' "Get Retarded"
Fees for shoes, Ivizu jeans breezing through
Leaving your team green and blue
Only thing, the thing
gettin' stomped by the marching band
Keep 'em shook like spray cans (it's so hot)
It's so hot it'll make your face tan (ooh)
Ace ban rap, the place,
Ain't the Black Eyed Peas
This shit ain't happy
I'm trashy, boastful bitch MC
My rhymes are painful and fresh
My pussy's tastin' the best
I'm face
And T.R.E
Gonna get the party started
Like Black Eyed Peas
So Imma Imma be
Rocking like a beat God
In the front seat of my Pri-us
I call it pri pri
Someday
me?
You a mini me like dad ID
You got Will but will.i.am like Black Eyed Peas
I’m that guy please
Actually come on fuck that, I’m me
Drink got me
experience because that's what I am
Produce like will i am this soul food black eyed peas
I stayed with a black eye tryna' fight to breath
Take advantage
suspenders
Sunk in the scent of black eyed peas for dinner
The fruit of my grandma's hands extended for her fam
Togetherness the essence of her plan
My Dad
normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what
writing rhymes since Black Eye'd peas
Imma be yeah Ima be
Popping that bubbly
Step to me Its gone get ugly
People only call when they want somethin from me
held my hand until my dad came around
And now you're letting go
Trading minutes for miles
Blink once and we're sixteen
New cars Fergie down the highway
I
Mm hmm
(chitlins,)
That's good
(candy sweet potatoes,)
That's good, that's enough
(black..black-eyed peas, grits,)
Hey, wait.. wait..
I'm sayin'? Haterade, tall cases
Everybody hate somebody
Guess we all racist
Black Eyed Peas do a song about love and y'all hate this
All these protests
that y'all,uh
[Chorus]
[Outro: Phife Dawg] (will)
Yeah, Black Eyed Peas in the house and uh (yeah)
One fourth of Tribe in the house and uh (yeah)
We
Two black-eyed peas wait on the side.
Gravy, chicken and rice, isn't it nice?
Tell me the price of the food.
What happens when the answers they
and I'm there I'm Big Bank Hank
I'm everywhere
Just throw your hands up in the air
And party hardy like you just don't care
Let's do it, uh, don't stop
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