Lyrics:
lackin' knowledge, givin' me the third degree
Actin' like you in the aisles, but can't even see
Supposed to be your neighbor, I ain't the enemy
I'm comin'
got some real shit
Trying to be like $hort motherfucker, you know what I'm saying?
Dangerous Music got some mack shit for your ass, boy
Fuck him up,
fuckshit
I was the mix
Flying up high up in the mist
And stars, you might've eyed a couple glints
White punks hate my Black swagger but they fans of me
I
long to decide
That Earl had to die
Good bye, Earl
Those black-eyed peas
They tasted alright to me, Earl
You feelin' weak?
Why don't you lay
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
ain't shit nigga, he ain't tight
You got it fucked up
It's all or nothin', we brawl and bust' em
Till they put me in the coffin' of
The car and I'm coffed
dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got momma's crying out please
My baby hold on
My child ain't done nothing wrong
Still I want to holler
Ask
love got big ol black holes inside
Of my heart I hope some hoe might try to come and reside
In my crowded broken home there aint no room for no lies
All
is brought to you
By adrenaline and good rap
Black Pendleton ball cap
We don't share the same synonym, fall back
Been in it before internet had new
bloaw, bloaw
Like a parolee, the bitch violated (uh)
So how you like it, coffins or cremated?
Yeah, you know I'm sayin', uh
It ain't a day of my life
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
With no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
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
diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever)
The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme
Forever ever? Forever
diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever)
The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme
Forever ever? Forever
I'd throw away the key like the coast guard watching me
(I'd throw away the keys)
You better watch these niggas (en garde)
If it was up to me, I
could scram cocksucker, if you a hater mayne
I keep them ladies goin' uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
I'm a grown man, thug ain't
Where Darby at?
If you at Greystone gettin' your drink on, tell 'em to run this back
Put your hands up in the air, got the call from Will.I.Am
Now it's
long to decide
That Earl had to die
Good bye, Earl
Those black-eyed peas
They tasted alright to me, Earl
You feelin' weak?
Why don't you lay
You act act like you like her though
Never backtrack if I ain't fuckin' with you
Can't sit with us but you might get go
All my pretty bitches, high
ain't get pu-bli-ca-ted
But its okay man
Flows stay
Ac-ti-va-ted
And if they judge by the company
You keep
Company doing no good
Then what's to really go
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