Lyrics:
a T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all
I love soul food corn bread and greens
I was thinking Fregie nice with black eyed peas
On the side of my southern fried steak
Smothered in gravy its
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
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,
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 Peas
That's that shit, mhm mhm, yeah,
awards!
I can play pinball with my nuts
And I still get high-scores
My name is Ali Rucka
I'm a badass mothafucka
Don't talk shit or you might get
Pissed
I'm Imp the Dimp, the ladies' pimp
The women fight for my delight
But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs
That shock the house for the young
I'm Imp the Dimp, the ladies' pimp
The women fight for my delight
But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs
That shock the house for the young
don't seem to mean much;
Of anyone we've used more that most.
Feelings from the heart that have been distorted and mocked,
Thrown around in
on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man
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
marvelous Black Panthers
Tell me I should try these, well give this a thought
If the whip white, the guts black, that's black eyed peas
You want some food for
And my dear old daddy when the blessing is said
Fillin' up his plate with black eyed peas (and side meat)
And a great big hunk of my dear sweet mama's
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
As he passed around them black-eyed peas
That's soul food
You know what I'm talkin' about
Said "Ol' Billie Joe ain't never had a
Lick of sense in his
sturdy
I ain’t so early that I don’t
Know how to carve a turkey
Plus I’m clean, I can purchase a burnie
And put a couple black eyed
Peas up in his fergie
You ain't no shooter, what you shooting for Curry?
Eddy Curry, I'm eating on curry
With my granny, I got black eyed peas
Swear to God I don't need no
this W
I dont fuck with you
I'm done with you
No future
We're through
Hahahaha
Drawing lines to clear my mental
I own my shit
This is not a rental
But do
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
eyed peas, all in my butt like fleas
Oh we's smell panties
All in my crack
My amplifier's on the maxi light, Kotter Welcome Back
[Chorus: x2]
I alright
Know you beautiful by the sight
Alright
And I know I got my flaws, alright
But baby don't let me go
Baby don't let me go
Baby don't let me
shakin'|From the top floor, down to the basement (aha)|And the black guy is Scandinavian|Better believe, I've got this feeling, Black Eyed Peas|Make you put
have black eyed peas and collared greens
And if you're from the North there's stuff just for you
Like king crab legs and Eskimo pie, too
They have
And T.R.E
Gonna get the party started
Like Black Eyed Peas
So Imma Imma be
Rocking like a beat God
In the front seat of my Pri-us
I call it pri pri
Someday
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