Lyrics:
racist
Black Eyed Peas do a song about love and y'all hate this
All these protests with different colored faces
We was all born with a heart
Why we
Two black-eyed peas wait on the side.
Gravy, chicken and rice, isn't it nice?
Tell me the price of the food.
What happens when the answers they
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
quit
Unless you're in the studio doing wack shit
Yo check it
Boom batta, watch your teeth shatter
All that shit you pop in your jams, it won't matter
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
seven, rolling off the gate, I hit it twice
Black Eyed Peas, money baby, it’s gon be a good night
And when I said I love you I fuckin’ meant it
And we
I spent my first two years gettin' high
By smokin' dollar joints rolled outta 1.5's
That was 'round '84, '85
Smoke all week for the dimes
Now
That you can’t find in Speedway or supermarkets
You can catch me on the e-way whizzin the farthest
Like the Black Eyed Peas I’m getting it started
In
Choctaw Ridge
Today, Billie Joe MacAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge
Papa said to mama, as he passed around the black-eyed peas
"Well, Billie
on Lydon,
Rev the engine, I said one love to my brejerine
And the legend, heads poppin, joints knockin
Shorties on the corner actin like they want to hop
Dead retarded uncles, in pea porridge, may they rest
Guess, which way, what, when, how
Mista Lawnge, Dres, Black Sheep slam, now
Know you've heard
Dead retarded uncles, in pea porridge, may they rest
Guess, which way, what, when, how
Mista Lawnge, Dres, Black Sheep slam, now
Know you've heard
keeps brothers
Smothered under deep covers
Erotic programs, Moet and slow jams
Enough to make you hold hands
And plus you a bold man
You fall in
impress niggaz who speak to God
We get jams to make a tuna melt
Held down by the BEP, we strictly, new getty
Two-fifty up in front of the mic, so what it
Squeezin' like Freddie Foxx, and his two glocks
Rocks don't impress niggas who speak to God
We get jams to make a tuna melt
Held down by the B.E.P, we
out butt naked watchin' the cosby show
Hey little rascals Eddie Haskell
Black eyed peas with a lot of tabasco
Chico stix big fat chicks
Old reruns
Eyed Peas
You know my steez, down south to New Orleans
Headshots, hot slugs left my heart on freeze
Flippin' packs, daydreamin' right in front
am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown
The purple and yellow, but first, I gotta
Bang bang,
am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown
The purple and yellow, but first, I gotta
Bang bang,
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
shit be the joint like i was black eyed
Peas
Hook (busta rhymes and lord have mercy)
Wiggle how you want, shake it how you want
When you get a lot
Pull the piece out
Kelz with the peepee get the piss out
Walking on the beach with a joint
Peace Out
The punch in your face got your black eyed peas out
buckle kids used to jock
Public Enemy came out, I had the clock
My favorite jam was by Big Daddy ain't no half steppa
My mic sounds nice check 1-2 by
back like the black eyed peas saying reoop
Spot me a hottie and stroll cross the room. He tall drink of water, I still call him shawty
He asked if I'm
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