Lyrics:
like God-zooky
curb servin like I'm slangin bomb cola
the bomb doja got me floatin like a gondola
dirty as Black Eyed Peas and hot Oprah
but now it's
in the Bolshoi Ballet
Don't want to work for daddy
In daddy's shop, 0K
I get confused, so confused
I get a pain, I get a pain up here in
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
from the Black Eyed Peas
Number one Billboard entry
Don’t get me started this
Ain’t no petty party
I’m hardly new to the game
I served my time in
Revolution resistance perseverance persistence
Black Queen open the multiverse in my dreams
Travel parallels seen the removal of smoke screens
By any means you
Listen up brothers and sisters come hear my desperate tale
I speak of our friends of nature trapped in the dirt like a jail
Vegetables live in
sharpened that shit
And slit the rap game's wrist fuck that
Ras Kass the measure of all
Who claim to be nice
From the mic to the dice to the dikes
(Hands up
I'll tell you how I became the wicked nigga they call Young Mind Fuck
Black out, black out (Youngin from Del Amo)
Black out, black out (Belt by
I'll tell you how I became the wicked nigga they call Young Mind Fuck
Black out, black out
(Youngin' from Del Amo)
Black out, black out
(Belt by
through that live & grow
Grew up on cinelli beach, yeah right there by that corner store
Right there where them niggas post, drug dealin and blowin drow
all in the way
Pick a side, don't get hit by a stray
And I ran up a band today
I'm in a all black Nissan, right now I'm teed up
I'm with your bitch
RIVER VOICE
The river takes our stories away
Bats and rats and fishes can get caught
Beans and peas and carrots can get picked
Ah, but birds
Midwest nigga in the West
Red Corvette speeding down sunset
Ski mask, black Tec pulling through the set
Gang signs and palm trees
Bomb weed and becks
me)
Got different women up in my living room tryna measure my dick
Maybe it's a black thing (it's black thing)
Don't sub-tweet at me (at me)
We was
young nigga, bring him back to me!
Call my young nigga, he got what you need!
I got high as that bitch Fergie
From the Black Eyed Peas
Make that bitch
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
to that
He's angry
Cross eyed an that
Had big dreams you lost sight of that
Hands in his jeans glock 9 in that
But drugs make him lean
Deaths door no time
Un body like that, pump it como Black Eyed Peas
Sus temas se pegan antes del release
Matando la liga, rest in peace
Cuidado con la mirada de
lately she distracting me,
Wondering if I'm the best, Well-I-am, no Black Eyed Peas,
Girls wanna f-ck your n-ggas, guy don't wanna be you,
Lining up around
and blow trial
You catch cal when you browse through my X-files
Who be next now?
Man's down, hands down
Hold ground by yo side when it go down
I dedicate
Give me a black goddess sister I can't resist her. No stringy haired blonde
Hair blue eyed pale skinned buttermilk complexion. Grafted recessive
Shaki, Farru y Black Eyed Peas
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Kay, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, okay
This is how we do it, baby, this is what we say
Eso es lo que tú y
Black Eyed Peas
Girls wanna fuck your niggas
Niggas gotta wanna be you
Lining up around the block so that they can get to see you
I feel like I find
came out full grown
Got pulled over driving back through the hood home
Niggas is targets and we ain't even started
You don't wanna see me go Black Eyed
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