Lyrics:
never leave you dry
If you stay right there by my side
Girl, you're a holy one
You're my angel
Black eyed angel, oh, oh
Girl, you're a holy one
should the wedding supper be? uh-huh
What should the wedding supper be? uh-huh
What should the wedding supper be?
Fried mosquito in a black-eye pea
on to the next with the words we bless
'cause Black Eyed Peas is comin' hotter than sex
We're writin', rhymin', makin' the beats
Okay, hip hop blazers bringin'
wifey at IHOP
Your baby mother love that cyclops, my one-eyed monster
Interrogations keep comin' back, shit feel like karma
They add grams, now I
what it means to me
I got a feeling that Imma be
So deep
That's what you call a black eyed pea
My skin blacker
Then black
Black I'm a blackfrican
Had em
miss the folks I love, ma's home cooking
Sittin' 'round the fire at a catfish fry
I miss the black eyed peas, mustard greens
Candied yams, home
Rollercoaster rock that body
Black eyed peas shit
Monkey bidness
LA Fitness
24 hours
I need more flower
Sharing the shower
Saving some water
I’m in Nevada losing
Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Hen-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
My man Shaquel is in
tylko kief
Jak trzymam fryzurę w tle L'Oréal G
Za tych co pod woda palę dżys
Nowe Black Eyed Peas bo kręcimy Humpsy hips
These hips don't lie
Nieziemski
the Shirley Temples
What you gonna do
How you gonna do it
What you gonna do
How you gonna do it
Little by little, ooh
Little by little, bit by bit
you wanna be, like? The Black Eyed Peas, all these steezs
S-T-A-R-S, Hollywood, won't you rest in peace?
So big you are, shining like the star
With
to make lean in it
No Black Eyed Peas but “I gotta feeling”
Hit from the back
And make his girlfriend scream in it
Dating two girls
You know how I’m livin’
Showed me Black Eyed Peas
And I showed her mac dreez
Bitch asked me what the fees
Too much
Her ex really be tryna see where I be
But he don't see she be
day we'll be celebrities
We'll Pump It like the Black Eyed Peas” yeah!
Now my dreams died
cnd my real life
Keeps declinin'
I would be fine
If
cool (yeah)
Like Black-Eyed Peas, I will fuck on your bitches like she Fergie (yeah)
Did it on purpose
Birkin, I purse it (yeah)
In front
the black eyes peas
Black on black on black, nigga, I'm back on back on track
My shit black owned, if you ain't a nigga then you can't say nigga
It's
dump my load
Well it's coffee cakes and pork and beans
Black eyed peas and turnip greens
Turn on my radio one time more
Hear Ernest Tubb a walkin'
family
Bitch told me that she like my style
You couldn't pay full price for these
Bet against those are terrible odds
Green pockets look like peas in a pod
do
(Black people) yo, woo
(Oh) yo, uh
I swear to God it sound like everything is supposed to, yeah
Right now I want everyone know seh
Whole 'eap
MEAN, Stuff like black eyed peas and greens and okry
STUFF that really does A tummy good!
(I'M TELLIN' YA) Grits, grits, bestest food there its
Don't
Wondering if I'm the best, Will I. Am, no Black Eyed Peas
Girls wanna fuck ya niggas, guy don't wanna be you
Lining up around the block so that they can get
just said
my mother she's a honkey
my dad's kentucky fried
i don't know what the hell i'm on
so 1, 2...1, 2, 3 slam!!!
back at home it's black eyed peas
the state signs wave goodbye
And I'm driving down the road, old road
Black-eyed Susan's by my side
I'm rolling down West Virginia
Crossing the bridge o'er
wifey at IHOP
Your baby mother love that cyclops, my one-eyed monster
Interrogations keep comin' back, shit feel like karma
They add grams, now I
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