Lyrics:
boy a place to dream
Thank you for old Cane Pole the fishin' hole
The grits and black eyed peas thank you Missippi for lovin' me
Then my family moved
and ain't getting no change back
Saber tooth, coldest cat
She rode the dick, I wrote a rap
My lips black, I look like Eazy-E (Soulo!)
Snapback to the back
ferociously
Soothing ways of sonic communication
To ever be created
Built for you by the master
Built for you by the ma-
Hey shut up already, what
Don't you go calling that kettle black
And when you get ticked off
Water off a duck's back
Living by the good word
Built on more than wood
That's
me sick!
Turn around
Watch your kids and forget me
Shut up, you Dudes!
Black leather and a rubber skirt
Suzy's ready for all kinds of dirt
The rubber
and my Family tree
No black eyed peas but just you wait and see what I'mma be
I'll be all up on that TV screen like iCarly
I might go invest in a bike,
ferociously
Soothing ways of sonic communication
To ever be created
Built for you by the master
Built for you by the ma-
Hey shut up already, what
Right up in hurr, is the sweet spot
Stay right up in hurr, and don't bend wit da pre'sure
Is that what it is? The cake will do
Uhh, uhh uhh,
Standing on that ol white line
Ol black crow is keeping time
Waitin for the devil himself
To come on by
Been bleary-eyed for days
Done working for
An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day,
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way,
When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed
hard to beat
As the stranger knew then the toughest two by far were where he sat
Was a pot belly fellow from south Alabama and a dude in a black felt
a period he now remembers as
A time of "black-eyed peas and hot dogs
For dinner" to his local reign
When he was suddenly "Mr philadelphia
" the hottest in
I want wind to blow
The thunderclouds broke up
The rain dried up
The lightning let up
The clacking shutters just shut up
There's no black
head
Cross eyed and smiling as I watch the world
Go twisting by
I don't want to die with you
Or live in the same dark room
I don't want to see
the twister like your baby sister
I want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, I dig your baby sister
Rise up on her knees
Do the sweet pea, do
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
brothers in the SS
Now I can't go around and can't back up
So I gotta peep game laying in the cut
Is this a jack or a kidnap?
Since I'm never ever
not be his nitch yaw
So take the chicken exit, Technina's whassup
Next time grown folks talkin' you shut the fuck up
the twister like your baby sister
I want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, I dig your baby sister
Rise up on her knees
Do the sweet pea, do
dead-eyed
Dead drunk
Dead stupid
Cyberpunks
Fed-up killer geeks
Gigabyte meth freaks
Home alone
In a world of their own
Up all night
In the thick
When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed
Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black
It doesn't get much better, your
With four brothers in the SS
I can't go around and can't back up
So I gotta peep game laying in the cut
Is this a jack or a kidnap?
Since I'm never
tangos
while the make-up man's hands
shut the eyes of the dead
not to embarrass anyone
farewell angelina
the sky's spreading over
and i must be gone
ain't up niggaaa
[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood
Blueberry by the pound, now where did you get that? (smoked it)
I
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