Lyrics:
of these off and I got back up
Used to sell tree I was in a rush
Used to hide tree that was in the bush
Head full of peas used to need a brush
Grabbed
Justin Timberlake is just a new form of Michael
It's cold inspiration, that's the way it be
Without a Jay Z's are probably wouldn't be no Peas
So
There should be twenty guys doin' twenty for treason
Then 20,000 more by the end of this season
The Bush Administration has red blood on it's hands
rice from peas
Do as say 1 don, no I am not Simon
Dem crash like twin towers I am di real pilot
Buy my own high grade trees doe smoke bush pon my block
charge
Push, Bush outta office, dump 'til they get off us
Make them offers, that leave niggas in coffins
[Goldie Loc]
Can you feel it my nigga, I'm
like the Bom, somebody betta ring the alarm
And hit the folks at the forum
Let my homies off the yard
I shall see the head nigga in charge
Push... Bush
Who wants to play a game? /
Game Boy /
Boy George /
George Bush /
Bush pie /
Pie plate /
Plate Tectonics /
Catch my continental drift /
Driftin' /
Natal plum
Black magic ti
Mexican bush sage
Gumbo limbo
Golden shrimp
Belize shrimp
Senna
Weeping sabicu
Golden shower tree
Golden trumpet tree
This damn bean won't jump for you anymore
Jumping bean won't jump for you anymore
Keep on moving
This damn pea won't split for you anymore
Number one, George W. Bush is not president
Number two, America is not a true democracy
Number three, the media is not fooling me
Cause I am a poem
as a matador
When I'm dressed like Theo's dad
In a Coogi listening to Kool G Rap
I won't beat around the bush like a 70's porn
I'll make you wish that you'd
as a matador
When I'm dressed like Theo's dad
In a Coogi listening to Kool G Rap
I won't beat around the bush like a 70's porn
I'll make you wish that you'd
When I'm dressed like Theo's Dad
In a coogi listening to Kool G Rap
I won't beat around the bush like a seventies porn
I'll make you wish that you
the Brooklyn all nighter
Do or die, I'm sayin' it's you and I
Bring your click, so we can get Stone like Family Sly
Peace to C.I. and the Bush
Might even see
and I'll do the hop
Cough up a lougie shake break and boogie
Cause I got a home girl that's giving out nougies
Mr George Bush was on my floor
Cracked
this industry, we just feed our egos,
Got a 7 series and a brand new pea coat,
With that "oh, oh look at me yo"
Heard Asher millie he ain't talking bout
Anyway she gi me all the Bush ina it
Look good in her clothes neva stoosh ina it
Yu no look like zombie
Gal yu cute and dat a mek sum gal angry
If a fi go
can beat around the bush
Peep the vibe can't duplicate it
Let's go high, no need no kush
But if you really really want it
I can find it, I can get
Pods that's housing the peas
And I feel so at ease when I put
The burning bush in the breeze
Leaf and stone flesh and bone
The only thing I've ever
Take a moment to cool off, why dont cha
Coz you never really get that far from home
Take me flying on the westgate, won't cha
Like a pea in a pod,
of grades nuh serve mi nuh bush nah nah uh
Collard greens hm broccoli
Five a day dats like veggie
Dope game dope boy mvp
Soon you'll see diamonds on my wrist
Extremeties excite pulses and in turn different entities
Won't break bread or split the peas
But in the soup the mixture of several racial groups
White girl, I make you drop like D Wade
Perk Lee, Sour D, you're the pea haze
I had your girl tell me I've got 3 legs
I be with goons that take lives
10
Putting my tongue deep into her shaven bush
While I spank the naughty girls sizely tush
Before up her punani my length I push
I like yamming on shaven
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