Lyrics:
I'm sayin'? Haterade, tall cases
Everybody hate somebody
Guess we all racist
Black Eyed Peas do a song about love and y'all hate this
All these protests
silence me
Eating black eyed peas feeling like I gotta be
Better than all these wannabes
Worked for eight hours, burn a marijuana leaf
I was feeling like
nuggets
Love it, drive with snapped ID, lad
Shut it up like a Black Eyed Peas rap
This ain't no Fergie-Ferg
Burn your first beat down till the black
I beat
drive
Now do my hot shells ring bells and my knockouts settle beef
Any last requests? You better make it brief
Kid from 'Life Sucks' to 'Major Bucks'
Dead retarded uncles, in pea porridge, may they rest
Guess, which way, what, when, how
Mista Lawnge, Dres, Black Sheep slam, now
Know you've heard
Dead retarded uncles, in pea porridge, may they rest
Guess, which way, what, when, how
Mista Lawnge, Dres, Black Sheep slam, now
Know you've heard
your better half at home, she's too thirsty
Better than the Black Eyed Peas before Fergie
Ready for the open mic, the MC's curtsy
Surrounded by these
eyed peas, all in my butt like fleas
Oh we's smell panties
All in my crack
My amplifier's on the maxi light, Kotter Welcome Back
[Chorus: x2]
"Don't you wear no black.
Go to Saint Louis, you can win him back."
Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself,
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend
ought to see dat stovepipe brown of mine
Lak he owns de Dimon' Joseph line
He'd make a cross eyed O'man go stone blin'
Blacker than midnight, teeth lak
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
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
and I have chemistry
If only she would meet me half way like the Black Eyed Peas
Had she never stood up to me
We'll never know, we'll never know
But I
slippin (I'm neva slippin)
Say what you want
I really give a f**k
Sleepin on me
Boi you gotta wake up
Going to the top
It ain't gonna be luck
Black Eyed
beans, collard greens, mac and cheese, black eyed peas
Got the cornbread with some cabbage sitting in some rice
How I’d much rather spend my time
You not
my side always close to my side
Like a rib or or a slab you got soul on the side
Like some black eyed peas and some greens in the thighs
Now
Can I
ought to see dat stovepipe brown of mine
Lak he owns de Dimon' Joseph line
He'd make a cross eyed O'man go stone blin'
Blacker than midnight, teeth lak
sick of asking, boy
Hip-hop is a puzzle
I feel we were the missing piece
Beats is like, stop saying you're the man
Well I am no Black Eyed Peas
In
(Yahuah)
No Wonder Im cwesome
Im a G
Black Eyed Peas
I'M c I'M c BE
Rockin Them Beats
If Knowledge BE The Key
Show Me The Lock
cn Olive Tree cmong Weeds
neither talk the talk nor walk the walk
Stalk you as the keen-eyed hawk
Tiptoe with ninja socks and peep through the lock
Like heaven through the blanket
"Don't you wear no black.
Go to Saint Louis, you can win him back."
Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself,
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend
ought to see dat stovepipe brown of mine
Lak he owns de Dimon' Joseph line
He'd make a cross eyed O'man go stone blin'
Blacker than midnight, teeth lak
cops cuffin you up after your freak show
remember jail baits are developed so check IDs, yo
But still the home of black eyed peas, collard greens, that
You ain't no shooter, what you shooting for Curry?
Eddy Curry, I'm eating on curry
With my granny, I got black eyed peas
Swear to God I don't need no
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