Lyrics:
the Black Eyed Peas
And no it ain't perfect nor guaranteed
But ima go and do it right with my expertise
Lately I been feelin like somebody else
I feel ways, I
been tokin'
Smokin' that stuff again
Yeah, we had our fair share of hard times
Down at the end of the trail
We raised maters and taters and black-eyed
the suu
(lie in cut for y'all)
Check it out
Niggas wanna test my steez, nigga please
I black that eye like peas, you better freeze
In your tracks,
hand before I leave
Got a few cards hidden up my sleeve
Red white and black that's my three eyed jack
Red white and black that's my three eyed jack
Came
more hand before I leave got a few cards hidden up my sleeve
Red white and black that's my three eyed jack
Red white and black that's my three eyed jack
more hand before I leave got a few cards hidden up my sleeve
Red white and black that's my three eyed jack
Red white and black that's my three eyed jack
more hand before I leave got a few cards hidden up my sleeve
Red white and black that's my three eyed jack
Red white and black that's my three eyed jack
I love soul food corn bread and greens
I was thinking Fregie nice with black eyed peas
On the side of my southern fried steak
Smothered in gravy its
thought I was soppy
But I'm not sloppy
Now that I'm awake lets see how hard we can take it now
I may not be a Black Eyed Pea but Imma be
What I set out
One two three
Not like me
Black eye peas
On my jeans
Five through six
On my shit
Gotta lick
From my bitch
One through four
I ignore
Took a tour
Out
was def, a lot of respect
Feel Me? Fuck to the rock Sean John jury
I got the same hands of crap platinum and the crap pyramids
Write about the black
Niggas wanna test my steez, nigga please
I black that eye like peas, you better freeze
In your tracks, a wu, tang killer bee's on ya back
I comes for
called B-E-P
That's Black Eyed Peas, down with speed
Watch to the T- to the O-N-Z
Now would never gettin chased
So don't ever think about stoppin me
Ryan:
called B-E-P
That's Black Eyed Peas, down with speed
Watch to the T- to the O-N-Z
Now would never gettin chased
So don't ever think about stoppin me
Ryan:
to the V.I.P
I got my lil' niggas in the club, fuck I.D
My niggas kill at will, give you black eyed peas
And the molly make the white girl look Chinese
OHB,
and pretty to die
so pass us by
Give up the ghost,
black-eyed spider
of Meth and Red or you'll get wet up
The Choice is Yours Remix had my knees all messed up
Back then Black Eyed Peas were 3 dope dancers
Busta Rhymes yell
WHO AM I
A romance novel
An R & B love song
A soul food dinner
I'm talkin'
Black-eyed peas
Candied yams and cornbread
Men
Always claim me as wifey
myself a dime piece
Love the way she hump
Just like a black eyed peas
One too many secrets
Left my shawty's speechless
Had to fight the feeling, till I hit
miss the folks I love, ma's home cooking
Sittin' 'round the fire at a catfish fry
I miss the black eyed peas, mustard greens
Candied yams, home
ain't no good?
I mean the macaroni's soggy, the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By
hay mañana
Vamos al party ahorita, yo no sé mañana
Party like no mañana
We party like this
No mañana (prra)
Rumba (yo)
Rumba
Black Eyed Peas
And
Mulligan stew to turn Jimmy Buffett's head. Woo, black-eyed peas and them
Good ol' collard greens, wooo. You know...
You know what...
What?
That
is to see Parazitii on CD
At low prices next to Black Eyed Peas
Fuck money, fuck tax fees
We throw shit on everybody from the nineties
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