Lyrics:
imperialism now
She only rides in submarines
She always smells like gasoline
She always says she tell me true
So tell me why I'm black eyed blue
I'm not
or that? This or that?
This or that? This or that?
This or that? This or that?
Yo (come on)
Who's the Black Sheep, what's the Black Sheep? (Uh, come
When I was a kid, I rode crates on a skate
And I ate everything mama put on my plate
Niggas walked around packin' BB guns
Knock on your door
"that's so gay" now the gays say it
Only tribes we joined were Xbox clans
Now everyone's a Nazi if they voted for a man
Can Black Eyed Peas come back
She make a mistake an' she go buy I cement
Mi are go rub off di black of a your skin
I tell you
Dis are one a keep you rockin' an' swing
Mi say
Mi
Black-eyed Susan came aboard
And eyed the burly men
"Tell me ye sailors, tell me true
If my sweet William sails with you"
There's nothing they could really do
throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, "Man
I did that!" ain't no Black Power when your
Baby killed by a coward
I can't even keep
Leave him to get beaten by the black eyed meds
Stick up the phone, who is it?
Someone has come to visit
Everybody do the hokey pokey, do
from the Black Eyed Peas
Number one Billboard entry
Don’t get me started this
Ain’t no petty party
I’m hardly new to the game
I served my time in
a thousand
The bottles all black stacks on the couches (boss)
Fi-fi-five hundred for the drive-by
I'm the plug and the motherfucking live wire
You come
(Black flash) black flash over my own love
Tell me of my eyes
Black flash come though my own life
Telling these things and I believe them
And I
cherry
And I'mma come through in something so cherry
And I'm sittin' on Pirellis, bumpin' Makaveli
Showed your girlfriend my house she
Think I live in
when i bust back
And I'm a love addict i need my drugs Back
Praying on my knees black eyed peas Wheres the love at
You for the streets so you know you
it will be streamed live
In 1080p on your pea brain head in the face ass mobile device, alright!
This shit gon' bang at least six summers from out
how to live right just by how to shoot it
Tired of running, choirs is humming
Tell us to visit, we lying about coming
Now back to business, loading
nine-mills that'll lift your dome
Chrome pump with double-eyed slots and such
A fully-auto Mac-dime that is sure to touch
Ya, bust you with the Desert Eagle
where the coldest cults multiply alarmingly
Hush little baby, timeout!
The black market mockingbirds can not sing a lick but learn to peck your eyes out
On the bank where children play 'ring a levio'
Come on and show me somethin' I don't know
Come on, big eyed handsome moll
And be my party doll
We'll live in
the peas all mushed
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
And my Mama I have never seen
I was born in the back of a black Cadillac
And raised by a Gypsy queen
And as a child I was hell gone wild
Raised in the eye
Done, and done.
"Put on a tutu, glue two live wiener dogs to your face, and
Prance around the subway terminal screaming 'Stop looking at me!'"
OK
the best of the best and (come on)
You got to love it in the dresses, the sexiest
I had to tell her she's a young Janet Jackson live in livin' color
Look
nigga
Real when I talk, you can tell by my tone
A few instagram likes, the bitch swear that she on!
Live hoes from condos riding in Lambos, stunting
And when I come they betta lean like Promethazine
Them no say Nicki nice.
I'm about my money mama
And tell Michelle I got my eye on Barack Obama
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