Lyrics:
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
niggas
If you've seen what they've seen, you would wonder
Through the rain and the pain and the thunder
By the time that you realized that it's goin'
on the track...
No-Eyed Monster
No-Eyed Monster
No-Eyed Monster
No-Eyed Monster
Blind by my choice
I can hear your voice
Rip the gauze off
All you do is scoff
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'
witcha
I'm from the home of the neckbones
Black eyed peas, turnip and collard greens
We the children on the corn dirtier than Bob Marley's pee-pee
You're my angel (oh, oh)
Black eyed angel
Girl, you're a holy one
Caught me off guard
Girl you're the only one
Left me them scars
Come
John Cena
Cause bitch you can't see me
Money doesn't grow on trees
Yes, it does, just look at weed
Fly around like ima bee
In my J's and in my T
Black
the scriptures You'll see they ain't fucking with us. It's a black man's world, Trying to make it up the Ladder, just to hear them steady telling me my life don't
heads sittin on the back of Kobe's jersey
New York, Jersey, hits like a derby
Black Eyed Peas niggas know I got them Fergie's
That's why the fiends they
And now people in the house, this is just for you
A little rap to make you boogaloo
Now the group you hear is called Phase Two
And let me tell you
you into a black eyed pea,
Blinding lights with just one swing,
it’s as easy as A B SEE,
When we walk in it’s VIP,
If she eyes me ‘I’ give her ‘D’,
witcha
I'm from the home of the neckbones
Black eyed peas, turnip and collard greens
We the children on the corn dirtier than Bob Marley's pee-pee
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
willing and able jackie taught me how to add with
Dried up black eyed peas on the kitchen table
And coming home to a mothers love and good care
Never
willing and able jackie taught me how to add with
Dried up black eyed peas on the kitchen table
And coming home to a mothers love and good care
Never
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’
and dance, attract papis. And I, got a feeling like a black eyed pea when a pretty girl come up and stand by me and I’m lookin’ in the crowd and I wanna figure
stop from coming back, can't stop from leaving you
Can't stop from being me, can't stop from being true
Back to back, we falling up like Black Eyed Peas
willing and able jackie taught me how to add with
Dried up black eyed peas on the kitchen table
And coming home to a mothers love and good care
Never
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
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
the herb
Red-eyed flight, and I'm lookin for my red-eyed homie
Black tone, 'cause I said I might
Just hafta pass through, and let 'em hear some shit that's
and touch your knees
I go boom boom like am black eyed peas
No dey gum body me no siamese
Leave me alone let me have my peace
Ya'll know you cannot stop me
that y'all,uh
[Chorus]
[Outro: Phife Dawg] (will)
Yeah, Black Eyed Peas in the house and uh (yeah)
One fourth of Tribe in the house and uh (yeah)
We
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