Lyrics:
morning from Choctaw Wridge
Today Billie Joe Macallister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge"
Papa said to mama as he passed around the black eyed peas
Choctaw Wridge
Today Billie Joe Macallister's jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge
Papa said to mama as he passed around the black eyed peas
Well Billie
We be fallin' up
Never fallin' down
We keep it on higher level
Elevated ground
Wherever in your area
City or your nation
Black Eyed Peas is known
seven, rolling off the gate, I hit it twice
Black Eyed Peas, money baby, it’s gon be a good night
And when I said I love you I fuckin’ meant it
And we
The world ain't always
Glad your rocking with us
Have not bit the dust
We gotta get out, get oxygen
Where is the love
Throw Black Eyed Peas
6Ft, fist bump
Yes
Ready on the left?
Yes
Ready on the right?
Yes
Are you ready?
2 plus 1 is 3
1 plus 2 is 3
1 plus 1 plus 1 is 3
Classic Black Eyed Peas
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
Of the slaves that they treated like dirt
After all that hard work
(kid capri)
Clap your hands to the beat, c'mon, just clap your hands to the beat
Freak it now
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
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
soldiers at
Put your hands up and clap
Where my soldiers at
Were armed and dressed in black
We're coming and were on the attack
Hells gates can't hold us
puffin' on lye
Tameka came by, glossy-eyed as she cried
Lil' Jay got sprayed with a chrome four-five
That's my motherfuckin' man, get in the Land
Head
Choctaw Ridge
Today, Billie Joe MacAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge
Papa said to mama, as he passed around the black-eyed peas
"Well, Billie
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
CHORUS.
I make you hot, hot, hot, hot
To the top, top, top, top
Make those pans drop, drop, drop, drop
Make your hands clap, clap, clap, clap
I turn
feel up the booty
All on me, all on me, all on me
We can slow clap like wooty
All on me, all on me, all on me
I just wanna feel on your booty
Grab
them Black Eyed Peas
Kids say 'That's the jam'
Beatnuts baby back by popular demand
Drop another jam sock you and your man
If you don't know by now, BLAM
I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to
You can run your mouth, I don't care (care)
But if you get too close, I'm gon' clap you
It's too
involved
Black man get on yo' job!
"Well clap your hands to what he's doing
On tempo Jack"
Let's go beat for beat, and rhymes for rhymes
(Put, all,
normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what
Might make you kill your mates by the end of my show
I got a voice you should know
I'm the Emperor, a.k.a, the Killer Scare Krow
Ever been hit with a Krow
supposedly
Ain't trying to show no love openly
Give me your hand (yeah)
Trying to build a bridge so we can stay the course
Hi-Tek lay the track for the train
of a throne room
What kind of me would I be if I didn't show you
Dreams of the old ooze, smothering
Touch it with your other hand, ain't bothered by the grass
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
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