Lyrics:
original
You got to come original, you got to come original
All entertainers
Hear why
Black Eyed Peas, they comin' full range and
NOFX, they comin'
share flows, when it enter your earhole
Shit, it's a thing of pure beauty
Everything that's spittin' is written by yours truly
Nigga, when Sean write
the person
To be some process in your progress or be the prevention
I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to
I get money, I ain't
as a star
No one tells you you're that
It's something that you just know
The world be stealing your glow
Your mama did what she could
Her life was miles
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being
Pick-a-dig-dinny
Jump up upon me come to run it again
Me work pon the microphone you betta tell your best friend
Tell your mudda and tell you fadda
and tell
live live
I'm alive live live live live live live
I'm alive live live live live live live
I'm alive live live live live live live
Brown eyed beauty
To be some process in your progress or be the prevention
I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to
I get money, I ain't gotta
to Sydney
We rock the earth
'Cause we don't play
We do it like this
The Black Eyed Pea way (Pea way)
Do what we do, not what we say (say)
Get
'Cause we don't play
We do it like this
The Black Eyed Pea way (Pea way)
Do what we do, not what we say (say)
Get on the floor and shake your thang
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
feel more broken than black
While everyone is counting on me to live up to their expectations
I'm still trying to solve the equation to Lauryn Hill's
your brother, your kids, your mama
(bring everybody) (your mammy)
Shits bananas (bananas)
The way we paint pictures in a vivid manner
(picture it)
Talib
off the backboard
Fuck a Grammy, that is not what I come back for
I came for hip-hop, niggas forgot to lock the back door
Live by the code, die by
normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what
Yeah- yeah, yeah- yeah
Sho ma je rice and peas?
Ice on my wrist
Don't tell me shit
I'm the one they need
I'm the masterpiece
Best roll up my weed
My
let you down
Far away somehow
I don’t even have a doubt
Cus’ I see us at 63 screaming out to black eyed peas
But hey for now, tell me that you love me
Crash Bandicoot
They waitin' for the wrong extension, give it up, I won't salute (I won't)
Split pea, I left 'em leakin' like a can of soup
Now your
(tryin' to live)
Can't get a break down here (can't seem to get a break down here)
Another black man killed by police again
Another child with a father
dagger!
Hit you between the eyes!
I cook my Black-Eyed Peas
While the black guy pees
Please, wear a black tie, please
Tell the black guy peace!
I use my
Mama she used to say, don't live by your knife
Mama she used to say, gotta get out the ghetto
Mama she used to say, morning comes and goes
Mama
we want you to come and live with
us and help us raise our children
The years went on by
I wish I had a praying church
And that the children grew up
The very essence of a jet-black ebony queen
And who could tell she'd get pregnant at an early age? (What?)
She didn't listen, had sex, watch her belly
wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite
He ain't
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