Lyrics:
every new year
You eat black-eyed peas
For good luck, but please
For good luck, come kiss me at midnight
When that clock hits twelve, we can go off by
when my Smith-Wes' blast
So just dash or trespass and get your chest smashed
Rap New York rules, I sport jewels and extort crews
Don't get me pissed,
happenin
A-F-are-I-see-A, Puerto Rico, Haiti, and J.A.
New York and Cali, F-L-A
No it ain't 'bout where you stay, it's bout the motherland
A-F-are-I-see-A,
nation, all peoples, our U.S. of A
We taste the world's flavor without goin' away
Now bring it home
We go down south to Bama for some black eyed peas
Freeze
Dance like James Brown would say
Collard Greens, Candied Yams, Hog Maws, Corn Bread
Black Eyed Peas don't forget the Chicken Chicken
Buffalo,
Dead retarded uncles, in pea porridge, may they rest
Guess, which way, what, when, how
Mista Lawnge, Dres, Black Sheep slam, now
Know you've heard
Dead retarded uncles, in pea porridge, may they rest
Guess, which way, what, when, how
Mista Lawnge, Dres, Black Sheep slam, now
Know you've heard
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
As he passed around them black-eyed peas
That's soul food
You know what I'm talkin' about
Said "Ol' Billie Joe ain't never had a
Lick of sense in his
my black eyed peas
Like where's the love at man
This beat sure ain't wack man
Trent made it with his two hands
So we could eat it all up
Just like we
that's when L started his bid
Partied through the New Year
January third he slid
Up until then yo L had it swell
Called him Sweet Pea
Ouuu yo what's that guy from the black eyed peas? Wiith uhhh. With the hat? apple d app. You know what I'm saying. 50! ouuu.
Ouuu. ouuu. ouuu. ouuu.
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 Peas
That's that shit, mhm mhm, yeah,
now
Missin' all the blocks cuz I'm surrounded by woods now
It's supposed to be good now
It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down
Fire
to decide
That Earl had to die, goodbye Earl
Those black-eyed peas, they tasted alright to me, Earl
You're feelin' weak? Why don't you lay down
to shut it down
From New York to Cali, Japan and I-tali
I'm known as the microphone Muhammad Ali
I'm worldwide my brothers be biggin' me up
Keep
a thing of the past
Plus I'm the new phenomenon like white women with ass
And y'all praying that I flop? Blow it out ya ass!
In New York I buy clothing, in
a big vibe you got damn right
I’m smoking blu cru bout to take Nip flight
The city on my shoulders bout to see new heights
That boy Josh on his Black Boy
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
freak and
Baby girl I'm tryna get that ass on me
And we can do this every weekend
Get together you and me and
Hit the coast New York to Cali
Hittin' each
parted
Got it out like its retarded
No black eyed peas or black eyes
Got out I smack like black ice yea
All these hoes think that they got it
Outside they
by parents
At the tender age of five, in front of they siblings wide-eyed
Nah not surprised, just the real scene regularly
Up in between the lies,
nuggets
Love it, drive with snapped ID, lad
Shut it up like a Black Eyed Peas rap
This ain't no Fergie-Ferg
Burn your first beat down till the black
I beat
the gates of Boston
Run up on this, run wit caution
New York Cali motherfuckers bust shots
New Orleans Tennessee niggas stay hot
D.C. Philly
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