Lyrics:
看我 spit flow 像熬辣醬 特別的嗆
讓你咳嗽歸咳嗽 還一遍遍地放
漸漸地方向 變得清晰
要維持狂妄你還剩下多少底氣
已經過了巔峰像 09 年的 Black Eyed Peas
but when I be on the mic 其實也沒毛病
變了不少把戲 一一被拆穿
按下對的開關
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
P.O
One time for A$AP Yams
Let's go
What's this I see? Niggas tryna act like G's
Got A$AP, got Fergy with me
It's a new day, no Black Eyed
ridge
seems that billy joe macallister's jumped off the tallahatchee bridge.
well papa said to mama as he passed around the black eyed peas
billy
Black eyed man he took the blame
For the poisoning of the well
They found this shoes by the pulley
They found his fingerprints all over the pail
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
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
he do?
Why he do?
Will I am?
Black eyed peas
Where was I?
Oh, that's right
Under a rock or beneath the moon
Next to a hippie, inside a cocoon
Down deep
And mumbled some words that were so strange to me
Then she turned up a two-eyed jack
My eyes saw red but the card still stayed black
She said the man you
And mumbled some words that were so strange to me
Then she turned up a two-eyed jack
My eyes saw red but the card still stayed black
She said the man you
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
Internet Friends aka
The best band since Black Eyed Peas
They're twisting my melon
They're the best band since Black Eyed Peas
Internet Friends
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
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
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
to the V.I.P
I got my lil' niggas in the club, fuck I.D
My niggas kill at will, give you black eyed peas
And the molly make the white girl look Chinese
OHB,
lonely
Hold up let me break it down
Black eyed peas I paint the town
My drive thru like in and out
Fuck a gram I chief a pound
Stacking bands I dropped
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
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
is to see Parazitii on CD
At low prices next to Black Eyed Peas
Fuck money, fuck tax fees
We throw shit on everybody from the nineties
Like this -
We
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
Black eyed man he took the blame
For the poisoning of the well
They found this shoes by the pulley
They found his fingerprints all over the pail
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
today,
Feel tomorrow lak ah feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
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