Lyrics:
with the funk type shit
This is it, so get with the skit motherfucker
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
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
Come on down and dance y'all
Have a ball y'all
Throw your hands up
Black eyed peas will announce
Some things that you can't avoid
You need
Come on down and dance y'all
Have a ball y'all
Throw your hands up
Black eyed peas will announce
Some things that you can't avoid
You need
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
through the air,
I could feel it, it was the hair going through my fingers,
(I feel it I feel it I feel it I feel it)
The hairs were like wires going
celebrate that we survive so
we can kill what we survive, but black funereality
be mad sometimes at how it be surviving, which it
won't stop. frustrated by
let you down
Far away somehow
I don’t even have a doubt
Cus’ I see us at 63 screaming out to black eyed peas
But hey for now, tell me that you love me
me
Got a love letter, bitch you talking bout me
Young confidential, keep it secret, major key
Don't funk with this shit, im a fucking black eyed pea
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
a show - aint that what people here to see?
When I dribble the B-ball it's like I scribble the papel
In need to feel Black Eyed Peas's retard,
Head to head
managed to make it back boy
And I'm out here sharing my black joy, black joy
Branded by my skin; it's my melanin
Showing off my powers like I'm heaven sent
off by random nuckas
Everybody knows me
And all the bitches blows me
Stop fucking around
It's not my fault my Black
Friend Jesus chose me
I did it all
to sit there and light up the hillside, sun-fried, black-eyed Sue
Lazy Susan, lazy through, all the hills in love with you
Courted and cradled by
huh
I need them rings like Bill Russell
R.I.P., boy you not messing with me
I feel like the Black Eyed Peas, I call up Fergie
I need the National Anthem
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
Ain't the Black Eyed Peas
This shit ain't happy
I'm trashy, boastful bitch MC
My rhymes are painful and fresh
My pussy's tastin' the best
I'm face
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
Roll up that za I smoke exotic by the pea
No one can ever help you out when you tell 'em that you in need
Daddy always told me play with them lions you
they talk it's as if I don't hear what they say
I suppose my fear for her is to feel the same
Or for her to feel that she's to blame
My wide-eyed
on go never on park
Black eyed peas baby let's get it started
Cashing my chips baby you sent from above
Know I'm in luck know I'm in love
Lottery lover
Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
Black and yellow
Black and yellow
Black and yellow
Black and yellow
Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
Black
Eyed Peas and Q's and it's gon' "Get Retarded"
Fees for shoes, Ivizu jeans breezing through
Leaving your team green and blue
Only thing, the thing
Eyed Peas, she get louder when I pump it
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