Lyrics:
on to the next with the words we bless
'cause Black Eyed Peas is comin' hotter than sex
We're writin', rhymin', makin' the beats
Okay, hip hop blazers bringin'
Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"
Mum loves
to make lean in it
No Black Eyed Peas but “I gotta feeling”
Hit from the back
And make his girlfriend scream in it
Dating two girls
You know how I’m livin’
your spot!
Everybody hands up! lets go!
Amen, on the runway
Dressed in his best point skies
Amen, fashion, on the runway, work it
Black Jesus dances
good old pappy when the blessing is said
Fillin' up his plate with black eyed peas
And all that stuff and side meat
And a great big hunk of my dear
Fillin' up his plate with black eyed peas and side meat
And a great big hunk of my dear sweet mama's hot buttered cornbread
Take me home
Take me home
from Choctaw Ridge"
"Today Billie Joe MacAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge"
And Papa said to Mama as he passed around the black-eyed peas
showers
Black Eyed Pea on it, done
You got to Paris' gym
Diet that got Oprah thin
And Leonardo walks out of Haute
Just as you were walking in
You got a VIP to the black eyed peas
Rollercoaster rock that body
Black eyed peas shit
Monkey bidness
LA Fitness
24 hours
I need more flower
Sharing the shower
Saving some water
I’m in Nevada losing
good old pappy when the blessing is said
Fillin' up his plate with black eyed peas
And all that stuff and side meat
And a great big hunk of my dear
If you can't hear what I'm saying
It's best you turn on your ears
If you ain't picking up what I'm laying down
It makes it pretty clear
The sheep are
spittin', uh
Been eatin', been ballin' and you know I'm shittin'
Platinum links, chinky-eyed blonde haired honeys sippin' rainbow colored drinks
Black thugs
I got pea like I'm peashooter-san
If I went to the beach then I gonna eat the sand
And a lady one up on me and she tryna hold my hand
Also yes I'm
And mumbled some words that were so strange to me
Then she turned up a two-eyed jack
My eyes saw red but the card still stayed black
She said the man you
And mumbled some words that were so strange to me
Then she turned up a two-eyed jack
My eyes saw red but the card still stayed black
She said the man you
you can't stand so you throw up your hand,
And you find you're as cold as an icicle;
In your shirt and your socks (the black silk with gold
Clocks)
teeth
Cruisin' in my black Jeep
Tell me I'm your Brown Eyed Bitch
I got his favorite Grateful Dead t-shirt on
He turns me on
I can hear the music
When
never leave you dry
If you stay right there by my side
Girl, you're a holy one
You're my angel
Black eyed angel, oh, oh
Girl, you're a holy one
dump my load
Well it's coffee cakes and pork and beans
Black eyed peas and turnip greens
Turn on my radio one time more
Hear Ernest Tubb a walkin'
Wondering if I'm the best, Will I. Am, no Black Eyed Peas
Girls wanna fuck ya niggas, guy don't wanna be you
Lining up around the block so that they can get
With four brothers in the SS
I can't go around and can't back up
So I gotta peep game laying in the cut
Is this a jack or a kidnap?
Since I'm never
what's left, the judge goes deaf
When you try to tell your side
And you ain't blue eyed
Boy you better duck 'cause the book is comin'
And just hand
cool (yeah)
Like Black-Eyed Peas, I will fuck on your bitches like she Fergie (yeah)
Did it on purpose
Birkin, I purse it (yeah)
In front
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