Lyrics:
pretty when you cry
Angel wit a demon by my side
Mystic like Crowley
Red eyed like a banshee
su su su soaking your bedsheet
Give you nightmares like
hangin' day, the sky was overcast and black
Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back
And Rosemary on the gallows, she didn't even blink
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
thought I was soppy
But I'm not sloppy
Now that I'm awake lets see how hard we can take it now
I may not be a Black Eyed Pea but Imma be
What I set out
Chicken, Collard Greens,
Hush Puppies and Black Eyed Peas.
Gumbo, Po' Boys, Sweet Potato Pie,
cll mashed up in Bacon Grease.
Steak! Whiskey and Butter!
I love soul food corn bread and greens
I was thinking Fregie nice with black eyed peas
On the side of my southern fried steak
Smothered in gravy its
Verse
No light black on snow white black ice,
She told me special occasion
normally it's no black guys,
last one gave me black eyed
Peas wit back swine
(They dribble on my balls in the whip, now that's a sports car)
Dog, you gotta see him when he drive by
(Cock-eyed) Have all the Ladys goin' GaGa
Me?
mama's pinto beans
I'm a little bit homesick
June bugs and black eyed peas
I'm a little bit homesick
Why don't you take me home?
Why don't you take me
California, Here I Come
Written by Joseph Meyer, Al Jolson and Buddy G. De Sylva
Jack was sittin poker faced with bullets backed with bitches
Neal
rock
Black-eyed Susans on a field of dreams
Bible belt tightens up some loose jeans
And when you see it there you go, "Oh by all means"
just ain't no good?
I mean the macaroni's soggy
The peas are mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off
Like you think you can
By
About the trouble he was in
Yeah deep down in his soul
He just wantedå¼o go
An you can tell by the look on his face
He's all caught up with the need
been tokin'
Smokin' that stuff again
Yeah, we had our fair share of hard times
Down at the end of the trail
We raised maters and taters and black-eyed
Pantone blue, when I'm with you
Off-white lies, black snake eyes
Tried so hard to make you a believer
To see you a little clearer
'Cause you
You need to sh-shut the fuck up
Wha wha, Yea, yea
What, what, Beatminerz baby
Jean Grae, AB emcee, stay out
Yea take that, shut da fuck up
Man, whatever
Dre, just let it run
Ayo, turn the beat up a little bit
Ayo, this song is for anyone
Fuck it, just shut up and listen, ayo
I sit
Man, whatever
Dre, just let it run
Ayo, turn the beat up a little bit
Ayo, this song is for anyone
Fuck it, just shut up and listen, ayo
I sit
Eyes wide shut girl
Been up for a week
Never stop working
Always on your feet
Dance to my beat
Dan-dance to my beat
Bittersweet
Every single time that we
The bitter taste on my tongue
Too many holes, the damage done
It's bittersweet, black on gold
Talk is cheap, or so I'm told
I'm gonna ride this
myself a dime piece
Love the way she hump
Just like a black eyed peas
One too many secrets
Left my shawty's speechless
Had to fight the feeling, till I hit
on his good side
I wish my cohorts weren't so dumb
I'm not the dumb one
You're no fun
Shut up
Listen
I've got something, listen now
This one is
Un body like that, pump it como Black Eyed Peas
Sus temas se pegan antes del release
Matando la liga, rest in peace
Cuidado con la mirada de
them Bone Thugs
Black Glocks and chrome slugs parked on the block with the nose up
Get ready for the face off, Nicolas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga
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