Lyrics:
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You make our black-eyed peas and our grits, Mame,
Seem like the bill of fare at the Ritz, Mame,
You came, you saw, you conquered
in Soulville
I'm talking 'bout the black-eyed peas
Down in Soulville
black-eyed peas and our grits Mame
Seem like the Sill of Fare at the Ritz, Mame.
You came, you saw, you conquered and absolutely nothing is the same.
Your
good old pappy when the blessing is said
Fillin' up his plate with black eyed peas
And all that stuff and side meat
And a great big hunk of my dear
Talking 'bout the candied sweets
Down in Soulville
I'm talking 'bout the black-eyed peas
Down in Soulville, oh, yeah
Yes, down in Soulville
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
experience because that's what I am
Produce like will i am this soul food black eyed peas
I stayed with a black eye tryna' fight to breath
Take advantage
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
Check it out, check it out
Check it out, check it out
Check it out, check it out
One, two, two, two, two, two (you said the Black Eyed Peas would
P.O
One time for A$AP Yams
Let's go
What's this I see? Niggas tryna act like G's
Got A$AP, got Fergy with me
It's a new day, no Black Eyed
a ball, man
(You sick?)
No
(Hungry?)
No, man
I just had myself a whole mess of black-eyed peas and rice
(Long way, long way)
(See what I mean?)
a ball, man
(You sick?)
No
(Hungry?)
No, man
I just had myself a whole mess of black-eyed peas and rice
(Long way, long way)
(See what I mean?)
good old pappy when the blessing is said
Fillin' up his plate with black eyed peas
And all that stuff and side meat
And a great big hunk of my dear
on to the next with the words we bless
'cause Black Eyed Peas is comin' hotter than sex
We're writin', rhymin', makin' the beats
Okay, hip hop blazers bringin'
what you gonna do
Give it up give it up yeah
What we came to do
Show these people how we do it
Mix it up mix it up yeah
It's Black Eyed Peas y'all
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
silence me
Eating black eyed peas feeling like I gotta be
Better than all these wannabes
Worked for eight hours, burn a marijuana leaf
I was feeling like
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
Is it too black or too white
Are the biscuits too fluffy is the chicken too fried
Is the gravy too thick are the peas too black-eyed
Is the iced
Is it too black or too white
Are the biscuits too fluffy is the chicken too fried
Is the gravy too thick are the peas too black-eyed
Is the iced
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
you black eyed peas
And the molly make the white girl look Chinese
OHB, my niggas out here ballin'
And all these fake ass artists, y'all niggas out here
hay mañana
Vamos al party ahorita, yo no sé mañana
Party like no mañana
We party like this
No mañana (prra)
Rumba (yo)
Rumba
Black Eyed Peas
poochie-al-cata
I verify that I got lots o' hoochies on data.
Governor of California black eyed peas the terminators
We the exterminators, invade you like
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