Lyrics:
like I was Bruno, Black Eyed Peas, Mark Ronson & you know...
Gonna bring that 'Sexy Back'
Janet like me sayin that
Tell the DJ to replay it back
I just
meno dell'indiano
Dei Black Eyed Peas
Il corriere fa carriera e gira
Su un Porsche Carrera questa è l'Italia
Mettimi assente e dammi dieci in pagella
I wanna go two steppin',
With a good lookin' big black buck,
I want him to come and pick me up in his chevrolet pick-up truck,
And when we're
cops cuffin you up after your freak show
remember jail baits are developed so check IDs, yo
But still the home of black eyed peas, collard greens, that
exists enlisted by the bogeys campin' services
The purpose is, make you go and purchase this, no nervousness
We are, hot like black tar, Black Star with
blind, a dreamer in a nightmare, brave or stupid, but who cares
As long as I bring home a little bit of cash, marry someone black, and keep up this act
blind, a dreamer in a nightmare, brave or stupid, but who cares
As long as I bring home a little bit of cash, marry someone black, and keep up this act
pół
Koi nikotyna i pół litra na stół
Nie pytaj gdzie jest miłość jak Black Eyed Peas
Syf i cynizm tańczą bluesa jak Breakout dziś
Szybkie fury szybki
tylko kief
Jak trzymam fryzurę w tle L'Oréal G
Za tych co pod woda palę dżys
Nowe Black Eyed Peas bo kręcimy Humpsy hips
These hips don't lie
Nieziemski
yells out, why you do this to black men? Come on
(Make it up) we can make it better
(Better we can)
(Make it up) we can make it better
(Better we
black plague
Gary payton guts up in my ashtray
And they all say they really got the fuego
The lab test gon' say so
We ain't growing tomatoes
Cali got
of Meth and Red or you'll get wet up
The Choice is Yours Remix had my knees all messed up
Back then Black Eyed Peas were 3 dope dancers
Busta Rhymes yell
? (Hold on, hold on)
Ayo, yo, yo kid (what's up?)
What up? (What's up, baby?)
Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there
Over there, right over there by
? (Hold on, hold on)
Ayo, yo, yo kid (what's up?)
What up? (What's up, baby?)
Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there
Over there, right over there by
drive me to a town where
People with black hair drink special brew and I can make lots of money by charging fat old
Men five pounds a time to look up my
it's just up on a different level
Poor boy, dressed in black
Police at your back
Poor boy in a red hot town
Out beyond the twinklin' stars
Ridin' first
a dream
Pull up on them and make a scene
Gotta lower their self-esteem
I'm in a black Benz coupe
With a bad bitch too
Smoking cabbage ooh!
S class, fuck
and peas for supper then go link Abdul after Jumar
Now it's Smokey settings
Ducking from CID the feds are bored they need new headings
Grind early morning
Shake your head and
Say it's a shame.
Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole
haters broke - eyed - peas
I don't condone no clowns
I can't condone no treason
A Bigger head with a reason
I never fell for no fake love
Mind over
said, "Hell, we got plenty to eat on the damn plane"
He says, "Hell, we got black-eyed peas and neck bones"
He said, "We got chitlins with the instant
World getting faker as I'm realizing how real I am
Wondering where is the love like black eyed peas and will I am
I hustle every day
Every day I get my
the suu
(lie in cut for y'all)
Check it out
Niggas wanna test my steez, nigga please
I black that eye like peas, you better freeze
In your tracks,
the homies
Blue-eyed devil with a fat old monkey
I'mma buy a brand new Caddy on fours
Trunk the hood up, two times, deuce-four
Platinum on everything
Platinum
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