Lyrics:
raise up your hands; the world should clap for us
My mama said life would be so hard
Growin' up days as a black girl scarred
In so many ways though
Swear To God pussy
Swear To God you really had a
Gat stashed in that black bag
And you was gon' let your gat blast
Then go to war wit' Cass' pussy
Swear
come out
Motherfuck you and fuck your mans
If I don't clap you in the dome
I'm a leave clips in your diaphragm
I'm the hood prophet
Puff purple instead
Lies can spoil it
Words should be bond and seal
Wash your hands after using the toilet
Brush after every meal
And also
Wear clean draws
Everyday
'Cause
the youth aware, Supreme Court the proof is here
[Chorus]
Ha ha, now everybody in the house just
Clap your hands, uh, clap your hands
Uh, stomp
Hop in
BANG
When I see it from the back
Make it clap, make it go
BANG BANG
What I'm saying
When I see you in the back
Jet black, sit back
BANG BANG
Baby you ain't got to bullshit
Yo know You want me to come over and lick it
If you a freak and you know it clap your hands
If you a freak and you
nuggets
Love it, drive with snapped ID, lad
Shut it up like a Black Eyed Peas rap
This ain't no Fergie-Ferg
Burn your first beat down till the black
I beat
Gretta's flunky, some boot-licking lackey, some wild-eyed Romeo
Winds op the mountain with Rio down below
Drives too slowly past a burning impromptu
the breeze
Might just be a rookie but soon ill smoke some tree
With black eyed peas bitch Imma imma imma imma be
Only cool with the crew when we actin stupid
the kettle black
Cause the train's all runnin' on the same ole track
Can't feel nothing but your life flyin' by
You got trouble on your hands, trouble on your
see you at Glastonbury next week for a few toots (Oh, more than a few)
Yeah, we'll be spending all of the leftovers from Black Eyed Peas, Graham Norton
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',
Catastrophe and the Black Eyed Peas
I'm comin through straight FADIN on you wack emcees, it's like...
[Chorus]
[Phil Da Agony]
Stars, cars, wars, clothes
""Clap your hands now""
Brothers know the flavs when the Quest gets loose
Slamming sucker fuckers like the wrestler Zeus
Crazier than 2Pac in
outta your seat
Then you throw your hands high in the air,
Ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere
Ya rockin' to the beat without a care,
With
(Yahuah)
No Wonder Im cwesome
Im a G
Black Eyed Peas
I'M c I'M c BE
Rockin Them Beats
If Knowledge BE The Key
Show Me The Lock
cn Olive Tree cmong Weeds
High sheriff on my trail
All because I'm falling for
A curly-headed dark-eyed girl
Who's a-gonna stroke your cold black hair
And sandy colored
I'm the boss
Big boss, we gon' come through and hand your loss
Reasons why I'm gettin' tight
I don't like you, don't ask me for no fuckin' advice
You
your hands high in the air
Ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere
Ya rockin' to the beat without a care
With the sureshot MCs for the affair
my black eyed peas
Like where's the love at man
This beat sure ain't wack man
Trent made it with his two hands
So we could eat it all up
Just like we
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,
niggers with me on a,
So I recommend your fagot ass to walk by, we movin' money
Touch the sky the, the more about the might dollar
Let's keep it real, ya
Earl had to die, goodbye Earl
Those black-eyed peas, they tasted alright to me, Earl
You're feelin' weak? Why don't you lay down and sleep, Earl
Ain't it
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