Lyrics:
cool (yeah)
Like Black-Eyed Peas, I will fuck on your bitches like she Fergie (yeah)
Did it on purpose
Birkin, I purse it (yeah)
In front
in the Bolshoi Ballet
Don't want to work for daddy
In daddy's shop, 0K
I get confused, so confused
I get a pain, I get a pain up here in
miss the folks I love, ma's home cooking
Sittin' 'round the fire at a catfish fry
I miss the black eyed peas, mustard greens
Candied yams, home
to the window
And who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter
Bess, the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a dark red love knot
Into her
Drinks up now I can't do without
Stress on my mind can't turn it down
Drown in work we don't talk about
Insanity's caused by thinking rounds
from the Black Eyed Peas
Number one Billboard entry
Don’t get me started this
Ain’t no petty party
I’m hardly new to the game
I served my time in
Listen up brothers and sisters come hear my desperate tale
I speak of our friends of nature trapped in the dirt like a jail
Vegetables live in
all in the way
Pick a side, don't get hit by a stray
And I ran up a band today
I'm in a all black Nissan, right now I'm teed up
I'm with your bitch
RIVER VOICE
The river takes our stories away
Bats and rats and fishes can get caught
Beans and peas and carrots can get picked
Ah, but birds
to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her
of these hunnids
Hit up the hood pharmacist, he serve all the muddy
Might shoot at your buddy who shot at my buddy
The sky keep on fallin', the drugs keep
waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter
Bess, the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair
"One kiss, my
me)
Got different women up in my living room tryna measure my dick
Maybe it's a black thing (it's black thing)
Don't sub-tweet at me (at me)
We was
young nigga, bring him back to me!
Call my young nigga, he got what you need!
I got high as that bitch Fergie
From the Black Eyed Peas
Make that bitch
that y'all,uh
[Chorus]
[Outro: Phife Dawg] (will)
Yeah, Black Eyed Peas in the house and uh (yeah)
One fourth of Tribe in the house and uh (yeah)
We
Got a sweet black angel
Got a pin up girl
Got a sweet black angel
Up upon my wall
Well, she ain't no singer
And she ain't no star
But she
Got a sweet black angel
Got a pin up girl
Got a sweet black angel
Up upon my wall
Well, she ain't no singer
And she ain't no star
But she
Got a sweet black angel
Got a pin up girl
Got a sweet black angel
Up upon my wall
Well, she ain't no singer
And she ain't no star
But she
Un body like that, pump it como Black Eyed Peas
Sus temas se pegan antes del release
Matando la liga, rest in peace
Cuidado con la mirada de
to decide
That 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
lately she distracting me,
Wondering if I'm the best, Well-I-am, no Black Eyed Peas,
Girls wanna f-ck your n-ggas, guy don't wanna be you,
Lining up around
Shaki, Farru y Black Eyed Peas
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Kay, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, okay
This is how we do it, baby, this is what we say
Eso es lo que tú y
Mm hmm
(chitlins,)
That's good
(candy sweet potatoes,)
That's good, that's enough
(black..black-eyed peas, grits,)
Hey, wait.. wait..
Black Eyed Peas
Girls wanna fuck your niggas
Niggas gotta wanna be you
Lining up around the block so that they can get to see you
I feel like I find
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