Lyrics:
original
You got to come original, you got to come original
All entertainers
Hear why
Black Eyed Peas, they comin' full range and
NOFX, they comin'
out butt naked watchin' the cosby show
Hey little rascals Eddie Haskell
Black eyed peas with a lot of tabasco
Chico stix big fat chicks
Old reruns
boku sanki munchies
Kafamız high mis sanarım artist
Çekemem kapris yanarım harddisk gibi
Kulağımda pump it the black eyed peas
Yatağımda bi manit
mio dessert
Venti venti è l’anno, passa il micro a me
Magno e cimi sulla base
Back in buiz, back in street
Roba nuova Pump It, tipo Black Eyed Peas
parted
Got it out like its retarded
No black eyed peas or black eyes
Got out I smack like black ice yea
All these hoes think that they got it
Outside they
banana pudding and a side order of black-eyed peas
I stopped at the grocery store
I'm gonna load up my refrigerator
I'm gonna sit down and watch
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
everywhere I’ve been
Got to find me a house of sin
And it's ready, let the show begin
Black beauties and blue eyed blondes
Keep the rocking world rolling
dagger!
Hit you between the eyes!
I cook my Black-Eyed Peas
While the black guy pees
Please, wear a black tie, please
Tell the black guy peace!
I use my
Stand up dolla plaza
Yeah
The revolution will be televised
Black men don’t tell no lies
I love big mac with cheese
Salty value fries
Black eye peas
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
of Meth and Red or you'll get wet up
The Choice is Yours Remix had my knees all messed up
Back then Black Eyed Peas were 3 dope dancers
Busta Rhymes yell
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
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
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
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
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
Pow like Black Eyed Peas
Next level shit, let's go
I'm on a different level, the K-Town rebel
I'm on my demon shit, call me Deezy Devil
I'm 'bout
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
To the two of my plans
You make ends meet
Travel plan B
January
(Tick tock)
Only tell time by the wrist watch
Heart pump blood
Fuck a thick clot
Two bands
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