Lyrics:
di blind eyed bombohole weh see
Di black Beretta and think a Blackberry Bold
Yuh life it ah cost yuh, gimmi di payroll
Put yuh wid di rest a
Duppy dem
brought Dixie back to Dixieland
You make our black-eyed peas and our grits, Mame
Seem like the bill of fare at the Ritz, Mame
You came, you saw, you
the snowbirds are breaking south
For good luck, I'm breaking out the pork and sauerkraut
Black eyed peas and collard greens, nah mean? No doubt
Snowball battles
get decapitated for actin' a fool
Blacks get their ass sprayed just for makin' a move
We get high and say "fuck the police"
That's why we get high
man black man ooh
You know you can do
Black man black man
Make sure you stand true
Black man black man
You're the one
Working hard, you get it done
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
Malcolm X, peekin' outside my window
Everybody wanna be black, but don't nobody wanna be a nigga, uh
Everybody tryna get dreads and shit (dreads
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
ain't no good?
I mean the macaroni's soggy, the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By
at me
I swear it's just a tragedy
Can never catch a break
Black Eyed Peas, the way I'm feeling all the hate
I be thinking "Where's the love?"
Cause I
"Don't you wear no black.
Go to Saint Louis, you can win him back."
Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself,
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend
Simple minds get blown, shattered into pieces
My thesis is thick like the Book of Eli
We live we die, we put 'em in the sky
Free your mind
to conceal it (to conceal it)
And if you mess around, you gon' make me reveal it, ay (ay)
I'm a West Coast original, black John Wayne
Where we from we
RIVER VOICE
The river takes our stories away
Bats and rats and fishes can get caught
Beans and peas and carrots can get picked
Ah, but birds
food)
Uh, yeah (soul food)
Your pork chops (ain't nothing like your soul food)
Potato salad
Fried okra (ain't nothing like your soul food)
Black eyed peas
black Trans-Am dippin on that man, who that be?
TIM-BA-land, now haters want to get at me
Just because we three brothers dippin in the FLY RIDE
He
number uno
But that is not a problem
You wrong i’m wrong we faulting
The harder times makes us strong
Or they don’t i may be off
Aye black eyed peas
I
willing and able jackie taught me how to add with
Dried up black eyed peas on the kitchen table
And coming home to a mothers love and good care
Never
tall
Long Beach Dub Allstars, Black Eyed Peas, Will I Am
I'm alright y'all, alright y'all
You wanna be alright you gotta walk tall
When the going get
can't do rap
For it's Abstract, original
You can't get your own and that's, pitiful
I know I'd be the man if I cold yanked the plug
On R&B, but I
to have songs like "Get In
That Ass" or something like that
Remind me who's the original superfly
And I got love for Hov but I
Ain't fucking with that Suit
Don't you give up
Keep goin', keep goin', keep goin', uh
If you're not ready
You'd better get yourself together
Funk you up, we gon' funk you
Amy
Post turbo, bout to get that bitch painty
Lucky Luciana a.k.a. Piano man, used to play with keys
3 or 4 peas, purpose sack luch, oxis
These ol'
he do?
Why he do?
Will I am?
Black eyed peas
Where was I?
Oh, that's right
Under a rock or beneath the moon
Next to a hippie, inside a cocoon
Down deep
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