Lyrics:
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
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
is just the black-eyed blues"
Oh, I'm old enough to wonder but too young
To understand the tricks that older women play to trap a younger man
They
Talking 'bout the candied sweets
Down in Soulville
I'm talking 'bout the black-eyed peas
Down in Soulville, oh, yeah
Yes, down in Soulville
Talking 'bout the candied sweets
Down in Soulville
I'm talking 'bout the black-eyed peas
Down in Soulville, oh, yeah
in Soulville
I'm talking 'bout the black-eyed peas
Down in Soulville
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
deep RIP
Let's get it started black eyed peas
Take care of the least of these
The least of me
Call DJ Khaled cause I've got the keys
Sheesh
If I'm not
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
probably put cheese in your grits, you Probably make a mean pot of black eyed peas in a side of collard greens, in a slice of Cornbread shaped like a brick,
myself a dime piece
Love the way she hump
Just like a black eyed peas
One too many secrets
Left my shawty's speechless
Had to fight the feeling, till I hit
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
poochie-al-cata
I verify that I got lots o' hoochies on data.
Governor of California black eyed peas the terminators
We the exterminators, invade you like
find us on your channel, find us on your station
We bring the movement of Black Eyed Peas-ilation
[Chorus]
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
we used to be barbaric, we had actual queens
Black is watchin' child soldiers gettin' killed by other children
Feelin' sick, so quick, this could
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'
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
you black eyed peas
And the molly make the white girl look Chinese
OHB, my niggas out here ballin'
And all these fake ass artists, y'all niggas out here
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
mind, videogames and screen-time
I'm catching shade? You spent days in an arcade
Invented and perfected by Generation X
Hip-Hop, the internet, and what
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
And
Mulligan stew to turn Jimmy Buffett's head. Woo, black-eyed peas and them
Good ol' collard greens, wooo. You know...
You know what...
What?
That
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