Lyrics:
shoes, blow stacks
Relax kids, black kids got a cravin' for cribs
Until we get back, unpack, leave the MAC with your Wis'
But whatever, I gotta hit
shoes, blow stacks
Relax kids, black kids got a cravin' for cribs
Until we get back, unpack, leave the MAC with your Wis'
But whatever, I gotta hit
trees from these black seeds
This is cornbread
And black-eyed peas
This is fish fry
And my fly steez
Don't drip grease on my fire
Please
I got 16
12 Times
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
Rude Boy Style
Honesty a de best policy,
so me come fe tell ono de truth 'bout me
All leggo beast dem bettah fi step back,
becah original DR. RING
SOBER
I DONT LIKE BEING SOBER
WE DONT LIKE BEING SOBER NOOO
Na me be the nxgga with the badguyP (hey)
I dey kill beats bi ti Black Eyed Peas
Never
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
Should I stare,
Hell motherfuckin' yeah
Almost got blinded by a glare
Hollow tips made the metal flare
You better beware, or get,
Hit in ya waist
marvelous Black Panthers
Tell me I should try these, well give this a thought
If the whip white, the guts black, that's black eyed peas
You want some food for
a show - aint that what people here to see?
When I dribble the B-ball it's like I scribble the papel
In need to feel Black Eyed Peas's retard,
Head to head
chemistry (hell yea)
I`m an original rapper, retrospected by plenty, hated by people
Me, 40, we took it back as street soldier
You got my back I got your
by Popeye and knew we could
Have a lot of fun and still be good
Squinty-eyed sailor with the bulgy arms
Taught us how to keep ourselves from harm
I
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
A Good Night Like Black Eyed Peas,
It’s Prime Time On This Billion Dollar Bangaz,
Get Use To This Don’t Want You To Be A Stranger,
I Run The Game Like
daily like a Carson
Black eyed peas let's get this shit started
I really do this shit Im trying hardly
Had to leave em behind I came a lil farther
Dripped
[CHORUS:]
Let's get fucked up
Let's get high let's get drunk
Let's get fucked up
We got that weed that ain't no punk
Let's get fucked up
Let's get
She's my bug-eyed baby
She really don't see too well
The only thing that she's got going
Is her sense of smell
She's short, black and fat
But she's
huh
I need them rings like Bill Russell
R.I.P., boy you not messing with me
I feel like the Black Eyed Peas, I call up Fergie
I need the National Anthem
like, oh, come on
Get the fuck from 'round me, boy, you wheezin', you got Omicron
His wife gettin' railed by a Jew, better yet, a Hasad
I'll pull up
Clamped, Chanel number nine
Came out a clam, blew out her mind
She like, damn, bitch blew a line
Now she wanna dance,
Serving black eyed peas, like Sam-I-Am
number uno
But that is not a problem
You wrong i’m wrong we faulting
The harder times makes us strong
Or they don’t i may be off
Aye black eyed peas
I
My wide-eyed blonde-haired blue-eyed angel was born that night
When things get dark she's got a way of bringing out the light
She takes to stories
the Black Eyed Peas
Yet sweet like candied yams
It's reported and recorded on the handy cams
It be like jammy jams
And he's no Grammy Fan
Came in
Black man, I love you like nothing else
I got no choice in the matter cuz I love myself
I'll say "pause" if it helps you get to know just what I felt
Cuz
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