Lyrics:
witcha
I'm from the home of the neckbones
Black eyed peas, turnip and collard greens
We the children on the corn dirtier than Bob Marley's pee-pee
my black eyed peas
Like where's the love at man
This beat sure ain't wack man
Trent made it with his two hands
So we could eat it all up
Just like we
know you wonder why I'm so cool
Don't ask me, just do what you do
Meet me in the trap, it's goin' down
Meet me in the mall, it's goin' down
Meet me in
should the wedding supper be? uh-huh
What should the wedding supper be? uh-huh
What should the wedding supper be?
Fried mosquito in a black-eye pea
find that key
But the kid stay dope like the "Black Eyed Peas"
And Fuck them niggas that wait and see
They my fuckin enemy
Cause The same niggas that
young nigga, bring him back to me!
Call my young nigga, he got what you need!
I got high as that bitch Fergie
From the Black Eyed Peas
Make that bitch
and the new TV
Take the pictures off the wall
That's alright by me but
Where you think you're goin' sweet pea
Where you think you're goin' with my heart
witcha
I'm from the home of the neckbones
Black eyed peas, turnip and collard greens
We the children on the corn dirtier than Bob Marley's pee-pee
That means we won't quit, so we stay thick so you can enjoy it
I know you like the way it's goin down, honey, honey
I know you like the milky-mellow
Is it too black or too white
Are the biscuits too fluffy is the chicken too fried
Is the gravy too thick are the peas too black-eyed
Is the iced
eyed peas yeah imma be
Dancing like I'm Billie Jean
Stay alive like a Bee Gee
Pull up in a gran marquis
Lights all out like I'm shady
Eminem and Kanye
The world ain't always
Glad your rocking with us
Have not bit the dust
We gotta get out, get oxygen
Where is the love
Throw Black Eyed Peas
6Ft, fist bump
your future's down the gutter ?
Yeah, we make mistakes
What excuses you to stuff up ?
See for us, it's different being judged by our colour
Coppers
Mm hmm
(chitlins,)
That's good
(candy sweet potatoes,)
That's good, that's enough
(black..black-eyed peas, grits,)
Hey, wait.. wait..
you wanna be, like? The Black Eyed Peas, all these steezs
S-T-A-R-S, Hollywood, won't you rest in peace?
So big you are, shining like the star
With
And
Mulligan stew to turn Jimmy Buffett's head. Woo, black-eyed peas and them
Good ol' collard greens, wooo. You know...
You know what...
What?
That
Ringin’ in the year
Without a dollar to my name
If that was ever gonna change
There ain’t no better time than now
Cause black eyed peas and cabbage
fucked C-Murder
And I'm a motherfucker dick
That's Platinum and Gold
It ain't my fault, that's what I was taught
The game is cold
("I'm goin' in they
is to see Parazitii on CD
At low prices next to Black Eyed Peas
Fuck money, fuck tax fees
We throw shit on everybody from the nineties
Like this -
We
Showed me Black Eyed Peas
And I showed her mac dreez
Bitch asked me what the fees
Too much
Her ex really be tryna see where I be
But he don't see she be
thought I was soppy
But I'm not sloppy
Now that I'm awake lets see how hard we can take it now
I may not be a Black Eyed Pea but Imma be
What I set out
I'm with 40 goin' dumb
Not E-40, the other 40, I'm with Canadians at Drake house
Havin' a stakeout
And I'm so tired of orderin' takeout, what's beef?
to the rocking
Of a Boogie beat
A tator's sticking out my ears
And eating ham hock meat
Black-eyed peas I swallow by the peck
With a slab of sow belly
That
normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what
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