Lyrics:
black
Well nah I aint Mack though I get L's more with less sales
Rewind it back the more "L" is get sales
Style the track for the majority who buy it
until you're too black
Now you an outcast, slap that on three stacks
I can't even celebrate my heritage without some people getting mad and mixing up my
That's not how we do it
You know I'm the Scronx and I keep it on the down low
Making music doesn't make much cash flow
I medicate with my beats,
worse, Buckshot and Ace
In the land of the waste, kickin' you in your face
We be doin' it up Crooklyn style
What does it take to get you wild?
My
to the window, 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
to decide
That Earl had to die, goodbye Earl
Those black-eyed peas, they tasted alright to me, Earl
You're feelin' weak? Why don't you lay down
I wake up
Black eyed
With broken teeth, it's all I know
I count my deaths, cut into skin
I feel no pain and I'm alone
Another day I'm still alive
waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter
Bess, the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair
"One kiss, my
to the window
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
talkin' that shit, I'm puttin' these funky niggas on the house
Mystic Styles in my head as I smoke on a blunt
Yo Crunchy Black, the demon's child has
vegetables
Spinach, eggplant, dry bean
Artichoke, cabbage, green pea
Celery, parsley, black eyed pea
All of them are very very delicious
young black and rich
I'm young black and
I will not lose
I will not lose on my 72 Dolphin flow
Give it to you simple or go deeper than a dolphin go
out gyal see me lawd jesas peas
Cah me eva stay up pon mi Q's and P's
Me have style like dem ya, melodies like these
Brik pon brik money trees like
Will.I.Am the misdated,
Black Eyed Peas, Medusa Rocking over the Ozo rhythms
I'll scope you out mid-range, I take full aim
Target MC's like big game
Batman with his fist, shut up, get of my Dick
I'm sending all these peas you can call it the Gotham clique
I don't care bout your friends, they'll
at the park on the black top watching the kids play
Hey style complimented the sunny day
There's a mild nature about her
Gentle but firm for all the bullshit
sound
Let's get wit this, mackadocious funk material
So simple, when I rock wit' the instrumental
Who am I? (E-D the Green Eyed Bandit)
Control my
worlds lookin at you
They can try to take my style
But they cant take away my youth
Money stack up in a pile
They'll come back in a while
They can try
all in the way
Pick a side, don't get hit by a stray
And I ran up a band today
I'm in a all black Nissan, right now I'm teed up
I'm with your bitch
marvelous Black Panthers
Tell me I should try these, well give this a thought
If the whip white, the guts black, that's black eyed peas
You want some food for
(Oh!)
That's why I'm out here being savage
Black eyed peas with the cabbage
Man I'm on a new me
Can't really focus what you doin'
Cause I'm gonna do me
an erection)
Go nigga, go (ain't shit to fool with)
Young black male
I try to effect by kicking the facts
And stacking much mail
I'm packing a gat 'cause
talented aint enough
Is that why y'all don't show me love
Why don't I Get the love
Black eye peas like where is the love
Im still not where Im suppose be
God gave me style, God gave me grace
God give me style, God give me grace
God put a smile on my face
Ha-ha, God put this smile on my face
God
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