Lyrics:
you one better Drax listen Peas Eyed Black
I’m the one who put my island on the map
I’m on the road to get this bag and there ain’t no coming back
the ceiling
Like the Black Eyed Peas, guess I got a feeling
I gotta get my money right
I'm bout to catch another flight
Chase that bag all day all night
Pull up
in the way"
(chorus)
we had fried okra
and black eyed peas
granny had her saccharin
she was putting it in her tea
"pull that screen door
shit be the joint like i was black eyed
Peas
Hook (busta rhymes and lord have mercy)
Wiggle how you want, shake it how you want
When you get a lot
Eyed Peas and Q's and it's gon' "Get Retarded"
Fees for shoes, Ivizu jeans breezing through
Leaving your team green and blue
Only thing, the thing
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
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
flats I'm in and out no commotion
Bought packs from Bodyguard by Cadogan
What watch golden
Take my gyal on holiday she's coming back golden
She's Bae but
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
celebrate that we survive so
we can kill what we survive, but black funereality
be mad sometimes at how it be surviving, which it
won't stop. frustrated by
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
broke
You will stay low
You didn't know
Now you'll ner know
O
Dont care if your wrist icy
I gotta feeling like black eyed pea
Aim for the top be B I
The Green-Eyed Devil has come for me! /
Verse 3:
My face painted in with blue /
Nothing more to paint, canvas full /
My body, pieces of a puzzle /
Defeated by
nuggets
Love it, drive with snapped ID, lad
Shut it up like a Black Eyed Peas rap
This ain't no Fergie-Ferg
Burn your first beat down till the black
I beat
just ain't no good?
I mean the macaroni's soggy
The peas are mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off
Like you think you can
By
My nigga they coming after ya, told em bring me yo stomach
I hate to get out of character
But I made a promise
To myself that I was going
your better half at home, she's too thirsty
Better than the Black Eyed Peas before Fergie
Ready for the open mic, the MC's curtsy
Surrounded by these
Dead retarded uncles, in pea porridge, may they rest
Guess, which way, what, when, how
Mista Lawnge, Dres, Black Sheep slam, now
Know you've heard
Dead retarded uncles, in pea porridge, may they rest
Guess, which way, what, when, how
Mista Lawnge, Dres, Black Sheep slam, now
Know you've heard
I'm a army all by myself
A soldier if nothing else
A outlaw and I want it all (and I want it all)
Them O.G.s that brought us up
Them young boys
eyed peas, all in my butt like fleas
Oh we's smell panties
All in my crack
My amplifier's on the maxi light, Kotter Welcome Back
[Chorus: x2]
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
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
When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by
Horses, horses, horses, horses
Coming in in all directions
White shining, silver studs
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