Lyrics:
held up high
You'd think you'll never bend
But in the end you say goodbye
So innocent and sweet
Like mangos on the beach
Or two peas in a pod
Baby, we'd
If you step on the lawn I keep the foot
Peep, in the pot go 6 degrees of cooked geese
Boiling, blitz the beach of mushed peas
Over 10 meat hooks
Ackee and Saltfish, Mix it up
Bun wid di Cheese, Mix it up
Rice wid di damn peas, Mix it up
Beach ova Hellshire, Fix it up
Zinc Fence and Gully, Fix it
The shingle beach did ring
I saw the lights along the pier
That made my senses sing
Oh oh Grimsby, a thousand delights
Couldn´t match the sweet sights
and another I don't give a fuck"
Jumped on the beach cruiser with the pea shooter
With my homies on the handlebars, goin' to handle ours
The homies had me
years I’ve been rocking, my companies, controlled/
By, me and wife, she and I, hit the beach, issa vibe/
Oxtail, peas and rice, hustle song, key of life,
Dull eyes, longish ears
Snow peas rolling
In the garden is where I'll be
Longing, knowing
Wildflowers at your feet
Toenails glowing and
You
y'all, I'm all)
I'm all be e e, be e e be alright y'all
Its alright in the sunny time with the Black Eyed Peas
Rocking it straight down from Long Beach
I
that's a body
Everyday I wake up on the beach
Ocean side me
Two peas in a pod, my better half
But no siamese
When I'm not around
I know she not with no
to Jamrock sand
Fly come a yard fi di island breeze
Pretty girl walk 'pon di white sand beach
Try please stay so a rice and peas
876 put yuh mind at ease
to Jamrock sand
Fly come a yard fi di island breeze
Pretty girl walk 'pon di white sand beach
Try please stay so a rice and peas
876 put yuh mind at ease
I won't make a fuss
Though it's obvious
Flies are in your pea soup baby
They're waving at me
Anything you want is yours now
Only nothing's for
through that live & grow
Grew up on cinelli beach, yeah right there by that corner store
Right there where them niggas post, drug dealin and blowin drow
I won't make a fuss
Though it's obvious
Flies are in your pea soup baby
They're waving at me
Anything you want is yours now
Only nothing's for
to the beach
and read a book!
Its not easy to have teatime!
Guinea pig
Wheatgrass
Eat
Peas
Hi, Guinea pig!
Its me, Weasel.
Please come and join my tea
No Ceilings
Ha, yeah
Party on the beach
P-Party on the beach
Party animal, they done let me off the leash
I got my weed from the west
My
living the dream
Hoku Kea Liholani Pe'a from Ka'u
The greatest fisherwoman that the islands ever knew
From Kamilo, Honu'apo, and the beach at Papa Bay
I got pea like I'm peashooter-san
If I went to the beach then I gonna eat the sand
And a lady one up on me and she tryna hold my hand
Also yes I'm
the green peas canned food I ate poisoned me
Tonight I can stayed on the beach as mosquito is still manageable inside my car
A villager chit-chat with me
An' I won't make a fuss … though it's obvious
Flies are in your pea soup, baby, They're wavin' at me
Anythin' you want is your's, now, Only nothin's
line at the chipper,
Waiting for her curry and peas,
But dying for some of that papaya and rum,
And the kiss of a coconut breeze,
Every night she feels
by thieves
So who can I really believe
There's apple trees and sugar snap peas
And lazy afternoons
And bittersweet hope that they won't end too soon
Peas
That's that shit, mhm, mhm, yeah, that's that shit
(You ain't got no Flacko in your Serato?)
Mothafucka better blast that shit
Niggas drink
dice at the Mirage
I pull that red Lamborghini on twenties out my garage
Instead of shoppin? South Beach like havin? a Terror Squad
We the best, big
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