Lyrics:
My wide-eyed blonde-haired blue-eyed angel was born that night
When things get dark she's got a way of bringing out the light
She takes to stories
the Black Eyed Peas
Yet sweet like candied yams
It's reported and recorded on the handy cams
It be like jammy jams
And he's no Grammy Fan
Came in
Roll up that za I smoke exotic by the pea
No one can ever help you out when you tell 'em that you in need
Daddy always told me play with them lions you
Black man, I love you like nothing else
I got no choice in the matter cuz I love myself
I'll say "pause" if it helps you get to know just what I felt
Cuz
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
I'm a black eyed pea
Racking the dough, collecting the cheese
Scratch up my neck from the bling
I'm in then I'm out like peace
Cut the hoe off
smudge and muddy buggy crud
Stinky black fudge made of grimy sludge
Oily mucky globby gooey guck
Step in my food boy and you might get stuck
Stinky ooze
and cut like machetes
And I'm rockin the shit steady
Like no doubt, the show's sold out
They know how I rolled in when I rolled out
Black Eyed Pea
Eyed Peas, she get louder when I pump it
your culture
Even though, you don't think it's music
It's the blackest you'll ever get so use it
The blue-eyed black man to me is buggin'
Take
silence me
Eating black eyed peas feeling like I gotta be
Better than all these wannabes
Worked for eight hours, burn a marijuana leaf
I was feeling like
of the Sexes
And we all still don't seem To get it
We are thee original trinity
Kill the insecurity
Let's form some unity
You know
How we used to be
Don't let
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
with
Fish fries, mustard, black-eyed peas, and cornbread
Suburban country nigga that looks like he's corn fed
I was conceived up north, but I was so
Brown shit
'Bout to Kung Fu this bitch
Get her an eye patch, please
Talk about black eyed peas
I wanna run it, run it like the bolt
You gonna catch it,
to feed him:)
Watermelon
Hominy grits
An' shortnin' bread
Alligator ribs
Some pig tails
Some black eyed peas
Some chili
Some collard greens
And if you
that gets me high
And the cold night numbs as the Jet Black clouds roll on by....
So sad was the scene that my eyes did behold
Made me wonder just who
of his love of games
(He finished his set that night
By retreating to play
Galaga as John Mayer riffed on guitar) Now
As he spots
The original Pong, Super
shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy
Oops, you almost had me, geesed up until I saw the truth
And one day I see you standin' at a token booth
It
Well I was born an original sinner.
I was borne from original sin.
And if I had a dollar bill
For all the things I've done
There'd be a mountain
squirm
But I'm a team player so I waits my turn
And when I get the rock I'm going straight to the hole
My average per game is pure black soul
In the 13,
Ya
Oh
My oh my
Oh my oh my
Oh
Ya
They wide-eyed at my swag like they seen El Chapo
Mind is gold inside like the Sistine Chapel
My smile it shines
enough like the Black Eyed Peas
And the condoms too small, now I'm wrapped tightly
Take it off, doggystyle, arch your back slightly
You think I'll get out
holler
When ya dollars Professor Klumpin
Like where is the love?
They Black Eyed Peas all of a sudden
Now these heifers waw me lunge in they dungeons
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