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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

parted
Got it out like its retarded
No black eyed peas or black eyes
Got out I smack like black ice yea
All these hoes think that they got it
Outside they

to sit there and light up the hillside, sun-fried, black-eyed Sue

Lazy Susan, lazy through, all the hills in love with you
Courted and cradled by

shakin'|From the top floor, down to the basement (aha)|And the black guy is Scandinavian|Better believe, I've got this feeling, Black Eyed Peas|Make you put

silence me
Eating black eyed peas feeling like I gotta be
Better than all these wannabes
Worked for eight hours, burn a marijuana leaf
I was feeling like

You ain't no shooter, what you shooting for Curry?
Eddy Curry, I'm eating on curry
With my granny, I got black eyed peas
Swear to God I don't need no

the breeze
Might just be a rookie but soon ill smoke some tree
With black eyed peas bitch Imma imma imma imma be
Only cool with the crew when we actin stupid

Catastrophe and the Black Eyed Peas
I'm comin through straight FADIN on you wack emcees, it's like...

[Chorus]

[Phil Da Agony]
Stars, cars, wars, clothes

me what's up
Purple lights on when we fuck
"Black Eyed Peas" on for the luck
I'm feeling so high I feel stuck
I'm feeling so high I feel stuck
I

Pow like Black Eyed Peas
Next level shit, let's go
I'm on a different level, the K-Town rebel
I'm on my demon shit, call me Deezy Devil
I'm 'bout

score
(Working for the black gas)
Cowboy number one
A born-again poor man's son
(Poor man's son)
On the air America
I modeled shirts by Van Heusen

Working for the black gas

Cowboy number one
A born-again poor man's son
Poor man's son
On the air America
I modeled shirts by Van Heusen
Working for

still take the blame
Not because of regret for the sake of peace
You can meet me half way like Black Eyed Peas
The thing about the heart, when you hope,

Bass Down Low [Static Revenger Remix]

MC Mario

Summer Anthems 2011

2011

G-g-g-get a lick of this lovin'

Yeah, I like it loud
And I'll make you shout
G-give you that Black Eyed Peas
You know that boom boom pow

If you wanna

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

It's Alright

Craig Mack

Dangerous Minds

1995

the coke that they selling by the pound
I walk the street like Shaft
Hop to kick a paragraph, floating on the funk like a life raft
Down with Sista, it's

my seminar
Left school life hits hard
I can preach my words from Marge
Diamond pearls hit hard
Come through like a g6
Back on my black eyed pea ish

Boiled Okra and Spinach

Trout Fishing in America

Mine!

Chorus: Boiled okra and spinach, it's dangerous,
Fishy fish with a thousand bones, cooked in asparagus,
I'd rather eat boogers than black-eyed peas,
I

PJ's
'Cause I'm lazy but I wanna be self-made
When you hear that organ you know it's the new wave
Shout-out to the Black Eyed Peas that's what I crave

Black eyed peas get it started
I can’t aim I retargeted
Don’t get myself in arguments
They’re realities augmented


I’m with her you’re not mentioned

North on the map
Where's the love? I'm not in
The Black Eyed Peas
But I know we were all brought
Up on black eye peas
Rice, chicken, okra, plantain

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

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

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