Lyrics:
Think he famous he got nothing proven
Black eyed peas she gone shake it move it
Down and dirty I'm getting into it
Linking up with the gang finna cool it
peas
I got a feeling like black eyed peas
Oh my god
You split the sea so I could walk right through it
My fears were drowned in perfect love
(It's your
the wedding supper be, uh, huh?
Where shall the wedding supper be, uh, huh?
Where shall the wedding supper be?
Fried mosquito and a black-eyed pea
Uh, huh, uh,
just seen the dream as predicted by Martin Luther
And you could choose to, sit in front of your computer
Posin' with guns, shootin' YouTube up
Or you
One green bean and a black-eyed pea.
What else will the wedding supper be?
A fried mosquito and a roasted flea.
Pray tell us how Miss Mousie dressed?
Ain't the Black Eyed Peas
This shit ain't happy
I'm trashy, boastful bitch MC
My rhymes are painful and fresh
My pussy's tastin' the best
I'm face
Strong communicator called the Black Eyed Peas
Hard illustrator co-coordinate with ease
And duplicator crew, we put 'em all on freeze
Lock 'em in
from
Polish and beans
Black eyed peas
Sugar water
Bologna
Where I come from
It be hard to sleep
Learn from Ogs
Clutching
Rollins D's
Where I come from
It
me?
You a mini me like dad ID
You got Will but will.i.am like Black Eyed Peas
I’m that guy please
Actually come on fuck that, I’m me
Drink got me
body look realli make me feel nauuughty
But the race is not, for the swiss
But who really can, take control of it
And tippa irie and the black eyed peas
Wyclef on guitar
With the Black Eyed Peas
They wrote a rap song, they wanna sing it to y'all
She like a rap song (she like a rap song)
She like
back
All b-boys breakin' and bustin', bringin' it back
We bringin' it back
I'm a do the cabbage patch to solidify we bringin' it back
Black Eyed Peas
I'm sayin'? Haterade, tall cases
Everybody hate somebody
Guess we all racist
Black Eyed Peas do a song about love and y'all hate this
All these protests
We're comin' right away
You know what to do
Black Eyed Peas is the crew (is the crew)
You know what to do (what to do)
We're gonna make a move
to the window
And who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter
Bess, the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a dark red love knot
Into her
my black eyed peas
Like where's the love at man
This beat sure ain't wack man
Trent made it with his two hands
So we could eat it all up
Just like we
all in my shoes
Fuck a nigga up with De La like back in the mus'
To all my dawgs all the way in the back, ready to black
I see y'all (see y'all), I
get into you
Strong communicator called the Black Eyed Peas
Hard illustrator co-coordinate with ease
And duplicator crew, we put 'em all on freeze
waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter
Bess, the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair
"One kiss, my
complex, let me say it differently
Black Eyed Peas rockin' 'til infinity
We ain't messin' around
Shits about to go down
This is for real, this is for
to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her
MORTICIAN : Eric Idle
CUSTOMER : John Cleese
DEAD PERSON : ???
DENNIS : Michael Palin
WOMAN : Terry Jones
BLACK KNIGHT : John Cleese (?)
VILLAGER #1 :
Yes
Ready on the left?
Yes
Ready on the right?
Yes
Are you ready?
2 plus 1 is 3
1 plus 2 is 3
1 plus 1 plus 1 is 3
Classic Black Eyed Peas
supper table when the sun goes down
And my good ole pappy when the blessings said
Filling up his plate with black eyed peas, side of meat
And a big old
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