Lyrics:
Black Eyed Peas
Zobaczyłem dusze tych co z nami nie ma dziś
Zmieniam klatki Ludacris
Opuszczam kadr ej Jadakiss
W nocy Wolverine
Za dnia normalka sukinsyn
around from flipped Motorola's
Glamma kid I had sholas
Monkey's on my back mad keys on my shoulders
I had peas at my nans and peas over soldiers
I done
bitch, I'm on that bossshit
Lil' chain cost more than your big chain, nigga, I can talk shit
I get pea's for the low nigga, but I won't sell you nothing
sit down with black and laugh again
So judge not least ye might be judged
By the judgement ye judge, ye shall be judged
Matthew seven, first
when
You're smart like me
Worth more dead when you're alive like me
Got a big will, I've got Black Eyed Peas
Have a drink on me
Even when I'm in 3s
and queens, sitting by the malls
Tired and yet my skin color's a crime
Ain't nothing like the present, hope the future carries blessings
I'm fighting for
up
I skip a beat
Just to let em know its our time
Lets turn the lights down get the right vibe
I need your black skin sipping on some white wine
Lets
the heights but I wanted mine purer
Aryan, blonde hair, blue-eyed like the Führer
The judge and the jury, the jewellery mad froze
Water colors on my neck, fuck
drive me to a town where
People with black hair drink special brew and I can make lots of money by charging fat old
Men five pounds a time to look up my
away what? I think you better forget it
Pit-pat this Jack, get off of the crack black
It's the true fact, your record hit the pillow sack
And now
issues no problem
They trip so Imma blow em like some issues
Riding with the OG 16 by the
Hip like a whole pea nigga violate?
Imma OD shooting forever like
Freeband Sunny in this motherfucker
Original Black Migo Gang
(808 Mafia)
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro
(Metro Boomin want some more,
Don't you go calling that kettle black
And when you get ticked off
Water off a duck's back
Living by the good word
Built on more than wood
That's
puffin' on lye
Tameka came by, glossy-eyed as she cried
Lil' Jay got sprayed with a chrome four-five
That's my motherfuckin' man, get in the Land
Head
you hear it
The ones that dance are thought to be insane
You get it
By those who can not hear the music play
Now you hear it
White collars and black
the herb
Red-eyed flight, and I'm lookin for my red-eyed homie
Black tone, 'cause I said I might
Just hafta pass through, and let 'em hear some shit that's
get caught up in appearance
It's Outkast, Aquemini another Black experience
Okay
Even the sun goes down, heroes eventually die
Horoscopes often
get caught up in appearance
It's Outkast, Aquemini another Black experience
Okay
Even the sun goes down, heroes eventually die
Horoscopes often
shitted
Hot peas and butter, come and get it
Somebody done fucked up, now
Meth spit it, I comes with it
Quick to tell these critics, eat a did-ick
Somebody
I'm a army all by myself
A soldier if nothing else
A outlaw and I want it all (and I want it all)
Them O.G.s that brought us up
Them young boys
soul is lost, when I'm ridin' with them bone thugs, black glocks and chrome slugs,
Parked on the block with the nose up, get ready for the face off,
Mother nature takes you by the hand
Introduces you to father time
Have you ever met your Uncle Sam?
And did he offer you a dollar for a dime?
Don't
bitch thats why his Dawg died
Put this drac to his face leave him Cross eyed
Ayy Beam onna gun how the fuck I’ma miss
I get niggas killed then i go
to my big black boots as I step
Niggas had to break you off something, give Bush a push
But your National Guard ain't hard
You had to get Rodney
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