Lyrics:
Lipstick on a thermos cup,
lust and whiskey fill it up
and smoke blows from the chimney to the moon.
It's much too cold in the Midwest -
chilly hands
gon' get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'
Drive off in a def OJ
Everybody go, "Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn"
You say if your girl starts actin' up
broke
You will stay low
You didn't know
Now you'll ner know
O
Dont care if your wrist icy
I gotta feeling like black eyed pea
Aim for the top be B I
like dental floss
So back up and don't sweat me down
Boo docks on locks, fat boys nabbed the home town
And you can get the balls like that
Hitting
everywhere
Just throw your hands up in the air
And party hardy like you just don't care
Let's do it, don't stop, y'all, a tick tock, y'all, you don't stop!
up don't shoot
To late pap pap
Cops going diddy on us
Take that take that
Get away clean shine the scene
With the Ajax
Really sickening
Twist the story
long hair and still I don't care
Step on the stage and I bun it up
Hop scotch or its double dutch
If I shake your hand time to double up
All you hears
you can't stand so you throw up your hand,
And you find you're as cold as an icicle;
In your shirt and your socks (the black silk with gold
Clocks)
First they get behind my ride,
Then they switch lanes to the left side
I'm scoping out the one smoking indo
Coming up fast, rolling down his window
He
what's left, the judge goes deaf
When you try to tell your side
And you ain't blue eyed
Boy you better duck 'cause the book is comin'
And just hand
was def, a lot of respect
Feel Me? Fuck to the rock Sean John jury
I got the same hands of crap platinum and the crap pyramids
Write about the black
Eyed Peas, she get louder when I pump it
of pea sticks in one hand a cheery carrier bag hanging in the other, hanging in the other.
Girls in England shirts read the papers and giggle at the table
a thing
So where's the love?
Like the Black Eyed Peas
Love and freedom bring unity
And like The Beatles
Let it be
Every day (Yeah)
Got to keep prayin',
back like the black eyed peas saying reoop
Spot me a hottie and stroll cross the room. He tall drink of water, I still call him shawty
He asked if I'm
that ink
Wink ain't no way I'm stopping now Let me take this time to breathe
I finna go stupid and get retarded Like I'm one of the Black Eyed Peas
So
probably put cheese in your grits, you Probably make a mean pot of black eyed peas in a side of collard greens, in a slice of Cornbread shaped like a brick,
the job center to the station a drunk stands in the door of a pub,
A bunch of pea sticks in one hand a cheery carrier bag hanging in the other,
Hanging
I've been tryna cash bhad Bhabie outside since that phil Show
Walk up near ho, give her a Creepy smile like a weirdo
Get real close say what's your
stop from coming back, can't stop from leaving you
Can't stop from being me, can't stop from being true
Back to back, we falling up like Black Eyed Peas
black eyed peas, imma imma be
Countin' up the cheese, that's a prophesy
All my life ruled by diabetes. Still sippin' sprite, I do as I please
Pharmacys:
eyed peas yeah imma be
Dancing like I'm Billie Jean
Stay alive like a Bee Gee
Pull up in a gran marquis
Lights all out like I'm shady
Eminem and Kanye
can't deal with
Try it (hataz) you gonna get yours to the heart
Lesson tonight by the four-four
Niggas want more than a little bit, hot shit
L.l. an red
Lately I been feeling like a target
Lately I been feeling like a target
Lately I been feeling like a target
I just took a L darn it
Black Eyed Peas lets
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