Lyrics:
the well is deep
And too hot for you to touch
Instead of a black eye
I'll give you black eyed peas
And you can pass the hot potatoes
And puff grass
And say
I'm in Jersey with the whip
Black tints on the whip
Black tints on my chick
Black tints on my uh
I'm in Jersey with the whip
Pussy good get a grip
Pussy
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
that you had a little dick
Now how in the hell can she benefit
From somethin' like that?
I be up in that cat
Make her put a hump in that back, black
I
And who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black eyed daughter
Bess the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a dark red love knot
Into her long black
still mean
When I come by
What's on my mind
C notes and peas
Composing new tides
Despising new guys
Make sure they taste the lies
They fresher than
funk or die. See we the ones that bring the funk so put a hump in ya back and shake ya rump. And to my girls out there shake ya dairier, mini skirts,
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 credentials of strippers in Atlanta
Ass came with a hump from the jump she was a camel
I want to ride like Arabians
Push an '04 Mercedes-Benz
"Hello my name
Meet me in the summer shade
Cuz the suns been hot like a burning blade
By the barn where the roses grow
Black eyed Susie's and crepe myrtle
Paisleys
the ceiling
Like the Black Eyed Peas, guess I got a feeling
I gotta get my money right
I'm bout to catch another flight
Chase that bag all day all night
Pull up
like darts and cut like machetes, and I'm rockin' the shit steady
Like no doubt, the show sold out,
They know how I rolled in when I roll out
Black Eyed
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
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
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
sacks and O-Z's
From hand-held, digital to triple-beam
Now my pa-ger's an e-mail flip screen
Expanded my game off into amphetamines
Looked around
I, opened up shop at 13
Dimes, dubs, quarter sacks and O-Z's
From hand-held, digital to triple-beam
Now my pa-ger's an e-mail flip screen
Expanded my
how it feels to be judged by pigment
Besides getting it from both sides of the tracks
But I swore I'd get them back
Even if it meant selling my soul
through with the humps, I thump the shit out your block
I'm on alert for the cops, be on alert for the cop
Spotted some hoes, tooted my horn at the bitch
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
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
a white cup in my hand, we might toast
I got Hump I got Redd to the side, we'll chunk it up
Uh ain't no drank in the cup, 'cause I done already drunk it
huh
I need them rings like Bill Russell
R.I.P., boy you not messing with me
I feel like the Black Eyed Peas, I call up Fergie
I need the National Anthem
hump like a lama, cop her a New AP pussy wet like piranha
F*cked a bad bih named makaila, Dressed in all black might pull up to Yo crib dark vader
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