Lyrics:
your moms And buryin' your best cat
Talkin' 'bout revenge while carryin' his casket
All teary-eyed 'bout to take it to a matress
I'm talkin' 'bout
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
a breed you a breed?
She say "No mama" hey Mishka a breed you a
Breed? She say "No mama"
Pinky a breed you a breed? She say "No mama"
Candy a breed you
the wedding supper be, uh, huh?
Where shall the wedding supper be, uh, huh?
Where shall the wedding supper be?
Fried mosquito and a black-eyed pea
Uh, huh, uh,
well.
Cause the devil keeps trying to steal my peace
I keep my shotgun shells full of black-eyed-peas
hey hey oh well.
It's only gonna take a little bit
Wanna hear some funky Dixieland pretty mama come on take me by the hand
Hey, did you hear, about the one that got away
They say, he looked left
like it loud
And I'll make you shout
G-give you that black eyed peas
You know that boom boom pow
If you wanna get with me
There's some things you gotta
gettin' stomped by the marching band
Keep 'em shook like spray cans (it's so hot)
It's so hot it'll make your face tan (ooh)
Ace ban rap, the place,
Mm hmm
(chitlins,)
That's good
(candy sweet potatoes,)
That's good, that's enough
(black..black-eyed peas, grits,)
Hey, wait.. wait..
or black-eyed peas, some Nescafe and ice
A candy bar, a falling star, or a reading from Doctor Seuss
Call me when you try to wake her up
(Call me when you
or black-eyed peas, some Nescafe and ice
A candy bar, a falling star, or a reading from Doctor Seuss
Call me when you try to wake her up
(Call me when you
SON OF THE SOUTH
Writer Bill Anderson
I was born eatin' gravy and black-eyed peas
Cracklin' bread and turnip greens
Washin' 'em down with a big
I'm
Two black-eyed peas wait on the side.
Gravy, chicken and rice, isn't it nice?
Tell me the price of the food.
What happens when the answers they
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
Yes
Ready on the left?
Yes
Ready on the right?
Yes
Are you ready?
2 plus 1 is 3
1 plus 2 is 3
1 plus 1 plus 1 is 3
Classic Black Eyed Peas
Crash Bandicoot
They waitin' for the wrong extension, give it up, I won't salute (I won't)
Split pea, I left 'em leakin' like a can of soup
Now your
said
I gave structure to the youth
By the example I led, uh
Mama, I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
I don't fear Tubbs and Crockett
Mama, I'm so sorry, I'm
seven, rolling off the gate, I hit it twice
Black Eyed Peas, money baby, it’s gon be a good night
And when I said I love you I fuckin’ meant it
And we
Eyed Peas
I'm lovin givin it back, to see them raise up
I'm living for that
To keep trying means you keep failing
But if you don't keep trying
That means
that gets me high
And the cold night numbs as the Jet Black clouds roll on by....
So sad was the scene that my eyes did behold
Made me wonder just who
the sun went down
She cooked black-eyed peas.
She drove way too close
In her automobile
She said, "Hey, Joe,
Would you take the wheel?"
Are you
All my life I was blind, I was blind, now I see
Lovely girl, won't you stay?
Oh, oh, oh
Oh my my, oh hey hey
Here she comes by saving grace
with me?
All my life I was blind, I was blind, now I see
Lovely girl, won't you stay?
Oh, oh, oh
Oh my my, oh hey hey
Here she comes by saving
Eyed Peas
You know my steez, down south to New Orleans
Headshots, hot slugs left my heart on freeze
Flippin' packs, daydreamin' right in front
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