Lyrics:
knocked him out
Had that nigga begging for his life like dem boys from the south
Black Eyed Peas don't got nothin on boy, he love to scream and shout
Had
back, ain't come to pray, I came to bless this track
Half on six to win and put the rest on black
Y'all think y'all suicidal kings, y'all some one-eyed
suspenders
Sunk in the scent of black eyed peas for dinner
The fruit of my grandma's hands extended for her fam
Togetherness the essence of her plan
My Dad
long to decide
That Earl had to die
Good bye, Earl
Those black-eyed peas
They tasted alright to me, Earl
You feelin' weak?
Why don't you lay
body look realli make me feel nauuughty
But the race is not, for the swiss
But who really can, take control of it
And tippa irie and the black eyed peas
Dreams in my mind, love and cupid
I love bacon, bacon is gooded
Shaking like Speed
Bacon shooting like a movie
I’m a to be, two ton, pile of meat
Bacon by
your better half at home, she's too thirsty
Better than the Black Eyed Peas before Fergie
Ready for the open mic, the MC's curtsy
Surrounded by these
long to decide
That Earl had to die
Good bye, Earl
Those black-eyed peas
They tasted alright to me, Earl
You feelin' weak?
Why don't you lay
Strong communicator called the Black Eyed Peas
Hard illustrator co-coordinate with ease
And duplicator crew, we put 'em all on freeze
Lock 'em in
Trending topics when I say my piece
Viral weapon like I'm Alex Mercer
Let me get it started like I'm black eyed peas
My brothers they know I'm the one
Shout
I'm sayin'? Haterade, tall cases
Everybody hate somebody
Guess we all racist
Black Eyed Peas do a song about love and y'all hate this
All these protests
your moms And buryin' your best cat
Talkin' 'bout revenge while carryin' his casket
All teary-eyed 'bout to take it to a matress
I'm talkin' 'bout
Ain't the Black Eyed Peas
This shit ain't happy
I'm trashy, boastful bitch MC
My rhymes are painful and fresh
My pussy's tastin' the best
I'm face
Produced by Nurelle, so, this song should do well
The Passion Mixtape (Friki friki friki fricki Guess Who's Back)
Clap Your Hands
If you feeling this
Eyed Peas and Q's and it's gon' "Get Retarded"
Fees for shoes, Ivizu jeans breezing through
Leaving your team green and blue
Only thing, the thing
parted
Got it out like its retarded
No black eyed peas or black eyes
Got out I smack like black ice yea
All these hoes think that they got it
Outside they
hot
Peas porridge cold
Miss Mary Mack in the 'lac with the gold
Hundred spoke, lung and smoking
When she speak, teach me toking
Black sleeve, black
me?
You a mini me like dad ID
You got Will but will.i.am like Black Eyed Peas
I’m that guy please
Actually come on fuck that, I’m me
Drink got me
gettin' stomped by the marching band
Keep 'em shook like spray cans (it's so hot)
It's so hot it'll make your face tan (ooh)
Ace ban rap, the place,
writing rhymes since Black Eye'd peas
Imma be yeah Ima be
Popping that bubbly
Step to me Its gone get ugly
People only call when they want somethin from me
get into you
Strong communicator called the Black Eyed Peas
Hard illustrator co-coordinate with ease
And duplicator crew, we put 'em all on freeze
One green bean and a black-eyed pea.
What else will the wedding supper be?
A fried mosquito and a roasted flea.
Pray tell us how Miss Mousie dressed?
you wanna be, like? The Black Eyed Peas, all these steezs
S-T-A-R-S, Hollywood, won't you rest in peace?
So big you are, shining like the star
With
If you’re a lost cause and you know it, clap your hands
If you’re a lost cause and you know it, clap your hands
If you’re a lost cause and you know
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