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Question for the ages
What's going on with my back pages? Rappers wanna be down, but listen listen You got to feel it within your body and your spirit When you listen to the rhythm (come on) It's the abstract wiles on the beat Women all around the globe, the world You got to follow me Change your history, categories Different people in the same territories Hip-hop in here for my Black Eyed Peas So watch it watch it be marvelled on the speakers please Coz they gonna marvel and shake the ground Break addles break the sound Fill the embraceful pound Treat all the things profound If you wanna dude to help you out Make it cool around your friends without smoking now Play the song kinda loud, it could help you out And you could work it out, yeah you could work it out It's like that, and a [Chorus] And we got it like that (like that) You know we got it like that (like that) Y'all we got it like that (like that) It's like that, like that (like that) Y'all we got it like that (like that) You know we got it like that (like that) Yeah we got it like that (like that) It's like that coz I got it like that And I got it like that also Got a style that's way out like Bosto You know I'ma crook a nigga like Chocko Steady jumpin' round like it's heavy cargo (Can I kick it?) Yup, really far though From Osegundo to Toronto I once hit a girl up in Chicago But I'd never say who unless my name was Tanto Yup, you know how the date rape go Coz we show the classic example Now they know the Peas collect the dough So they knocking on our door like we was Fargo Yup, they see me in a Will.I.Am suit But I wasn't that cute when I didn't have the loot And I don't smoke birds but I'm still real nice with the birds So fuck (hey!) what you heard Coz we got it like that [Chorus] Talib, just hit 'em like that I'm from the jungle, brother, and I got it like that Yo, my life got me running through a maze like a white rat I need a shot at ramming like my rap It's like the yack is the fights that got me spillin' on the right track And I like this will so I might get ill On the mikes somebody might get killed So many damn rappers there's a stifle in heaven My tongue is a weapon and plus when I bust all this stuff with Legend When this Brooklyn MC come after you You be running like I herd a carrel at Murdell Avenue There we yattin' that ain't pretty that's the attitude To be at Fight Club, even Brad had to crack a too Stare into the Sun, they try to copy Let your eyes get used to the light because you gotta watch me Sneak up on you like saki My lyrics get out a split atom like Hiroshima and Nagasaki It's the Apl.De.Ap in the lab with the rap Demonstrate how we act, we attack any track It's the Black Eyed Peas and we back with the facts Start with the fat skills that rose in the past We got it like how you know how to beast rocks Entertain you, see you soon at the next spot The crew got you bouncing and dropping your eye Making you ?? Tss tsss tsss, I'ma roll with the hot I'ma flow from the soul when you can't hold me back Ke-ke-keep on keep on rolling the track I'ma simply simply always attach Give me music from by Apl.De.Ap From L.A to Philippines we bridging the gap We got it like that you know we got it like that Like... we got it like that y'all [Chorus] It's like that and a... It's like that and a... My man Q-Tip in the house Cee-lo you know he's in the house My man John Legend's in the house Talib Kweli will work it out My man Apl.De is in the house Will.I.Am is definitely in the house Fergie Ferg is in the house Whadup to De La, shot 'em out Drew hip-hop music now Positive vibes, no doubt My man is in the house My man Shahid's in the house You know I'm in the house Black Eyed Peas represent sellin out [3x] It's like that da-da... |
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| 2. |
| 3:09 |
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[Will.i.am]
Yea (woo) Uh (woo) the shit (woo) ya... Hey This is the beat that make you shake your rump That make your booty go ba-bump, ba-bump It뭩 that beat that make ya bump ya bump (ohh) Yea, just do what you want Up in the club just do what you want Get into it baby, get off your stump Girlies on the dance floor wiggle your fronts We got rhymes that always triumph This is the beat that make ya bump ya bump Shake your rump rump shaky shake your rump Its that beat that make ya bump ya bump And only gettin?little booties little bit of hump (thanks) And if you got boobies baby keep em all plump And if you got blunts s-smoke em if you want Got a 6 - 4 get pump it in your trunk Cuz we got biz that been boomin like... (ohh) Yea nigga don뭪 frunt Cuz this beat got you running just like gump (run forest) Bump ya bump And if you got money fellas keep it like Trump Fellas, huh Whip out your money and go get a Honey and buy what she want Take her to the ball and try to get her drunk But if the girl뭩 UGLY Then get drunk This that beat that make ya get crunk It뭩 that beat that make ya bump ya bump (ohh) I뭠l give you what ya want (Ye-eh-eh, Ye-eh-eh, Ye-eh-eh, Ye-eh-eh...) B to the U to the M to the P That뭩 what we gave ya cuz that뭩 what you need B to the E to the P make ya bump (ooh) I뭠l give you what you want I come with rhymes that are dangerous like stunts (yea) Keep the girls screaming just like trumpets (yea) Keep the hits from smashing like pumpkins Get ya drunk like it뭩 too, too much consumption (ohh) Throw the assume, there뭩 no room for assumption We the crew that keep the funk just funking The bump just ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bumping (ohh) We give ya what you want Some that thing lil some one of Just like your mamma nigga this beats Chunky Look imma be real blunt We punch up cops, no, we don뭪 get punk뭗 Never stagged near the dragon, keep it on jump (ohh) If you뭨e askin?it뭩 the year of the Monkey So ba bump ba bump (ohh) [Fergie] Do what you want (Up in the club just do what you want) Give it to me baby, yea, get off your stump Brothers on the floor just wiggle your front Cuz we got rhymes that always triumph, huh Got blunts s-smoke em if you want This that beat that make ya, you know the rest [Will.i.am] It뭩 that beat that make ya bump ya bump (ohh) [Fergie] I뭠l give ya what you want, come on [Will.i.am] (Ye-eh-eh, Ye-eh-eh, Ye-eh-eh, Ye-eh-eh...) B to the U to the M to the P That뭩 what we gave ya cuz that뭩 what you need B to the E to the P make ya bump (ooh) This is bumping, bumping, (oh) bumping, bumping When it뭩 bumping in your trunk, it takes over me (This is bumping, bumping) and this is real (bumping, bumping) cuz I feel the ba-bump bump ba-bump This is bumping, bumping, (Oh) bumping, bumping When the base ba-bumps, ba-bumps it takes over me (This is bumping, bumping) you know I feel (bumping, bumping) so unreal ba-da bump bump da-bump |
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| 3. |
| 4:28 |
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Lord, have mercy
I know that you like my style You can’t get to turn you out Everybody in the place get wild I know that you like my style You’ve gotta drop it on your pants right now Everybody in the place get wild So what you sayin’ What’s up, what’s up with you girl What’s up, what’s up with you boy Don’t jock, don’t jock, baby don’t jock me I drop the hotness, baby watch me You can’t, you can’t, no you can’t stop me ’Coz I’m a champ on the rep like rocky And when I spit it trying out at Z rocks me Got my style trademark with the copy Right, you know my style is naughty Right, so don’t cock-block me You like my style when I’m whiling out with my gang And I gain my fame from doing my damn thing On a mike and I turn the stage like cocaine And I bang them thangs like a I know that you like my style You can’t get to turn you out Everybody in the place get wild I know that you like my style You’ve gotta drop it on your pants right now Everybody in the place get wild So what you sayin’ What’s up, what’s up with you girl What’s up, what’s up with you boy Our style lined up when we team up JT and BEP sold the scene up Cali to Tennessee and in between ‘em We the hottest in the biz We be rolling four Hummers and a Pima With sunset off the chi cantina Stepped out looking fresh and clean-ah Paparazzi put me in any magazine-ah I got eight million ways to rockin’ like this And ain’t nobody drop their styles like this I’ma give it to you like that and like this And my momma always told me “My baby’s a genius” I know that you like my style You can’t get to turn you out Everybody in the place get wild I know that you like my style You’ve gotta drop it on your pants right now Everybody in the place get wild So what you sayin’ What’s up, what’s up with you girl What’s up, what’s up with you boy I like to keep my style on singo Baby you can call me mijo I make you say “Adios, mijo” I make it hot for you if it’s frijo It feels like something’s heating up Timberland on the drum-drum he’s beatin’ up Black Eyed Peas, there’s no defeating us JT, he’s rocking a beat with us Them freaks, they want to freak with us After the spot they tryin’a meet with us They know our style is fabulous Off the hook our style ridiculous Ba-da-ba-da-ba-da... What’s up, what’s up with you girl What’s up, what’s up with you boy I know that you like my style I’ve been gone for a while But I’m back with a brand new style Black Eyed Peas JT And we out baby Ba-da-ba-da-ba-ba-ba... |
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| 4. |
| 6:26 |
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They don't want music
they don't know how to use it All they want is a boom boom boom boom y'all John Coltraine he plays the sax Me myself I love to max Up in the studio laying tracks Burn it on the CD melt the wax And now I'm feeling fine Coz daily music's on my mind And I feel mellow When I watch the girl play the cello Hello to all my fellow peers in here for the quality Music quality yeah That'll be the focus in the top pick of the day So pass the peas like we used to say Pass the beats like they used to say Pass the phunk like they used to say That's my joint like we used to say Syncopation the true school way I don't know what you came to do I came to drop the phunk on you Depends on that sonic sound But you know what They don't want music They don't want music They just want boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom They don't want music they don't know how to use it They don't want music They don't want music They don't want music they don't know how to use it The good back horn They don't want music they don't know how to use it All they want is boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom Oo lala aw wee wee Nowadays music is all about free The soul is caged no bits now free Unless the rhyme was rocked by me I got the balls to bang baw ba ba baw ba ba baw ba bang steady just doing my thang steady just steady just doing my own thang I just do it you know My momma said to do what you know So I'ma do what I know James Brown gave me the fluid That means a baby could do it Peas will do it so Do it do it do it Get up on the stage and release my fluid Do my thing do it through the music Phunkafied and therapeutic I don't know what you came to do I came to drop the phunk on you Depends on that sonic sound But you know what They don't want music They don't want music They just want boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom They don't want music they don't know how to use it They don't want music They don't want music They don't want music they don't know how to use it The good back horn Do it do it do it Do it do it do it They don't want music they don't know how to use it All they want is boom boom boom boom Wait a minute You got to rock with the phunk if you wanna have a good time You got to rock with the phunk if you wanna have a good time You got to roll with the phunk if you wanna have a good time You got to roll with the phunk if you wanna have a good time You got to roll with the phunk if you wanna be sweet and fine hey Hey Hey Rock with the punk if you gonna have a good time You got to roll with the phunk if you wanna have a good time A woman that'll phunk your horn now gimme that phunky horn Play that phunky horn now gimme that phunky horn Gimme that phunky horn now gimme that phunky horn Hey Hey Hey You got to rock with the phunk if you wanna have a good time You've got to roll with the phunk if you wanna have a good time You got to dance with the phunk if you wanna be sweet and fine I said I like to dance with the phunk if you wanna be sweet and fine Hey Hey You've got to shake with the phunk if you wanna have a good time Shaking shaking shaking with the phunk if you wanna have a good time Gimme that phunky horn gimme that phunky horn I need that phunky horn gimme that phunky horn Play that phunky horn now gimme that phunky horn A break down a break down a break get down Dance everybody move your body through the music Get it started get into it Come on everybody do it You've got to dance through the music People doing what you're doing People grooving with the music You've got to roll with the phunk You get the Roll with your phunk if you're wanna have a good time R O double L keep rolling with the phunk if you're wanna have a good time And roll To a phunky place I'm rolling where To a to a to a phunky phunky place I'm rolling To a phunky place I'll be there I'll be there I'll be there I'll be there |
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| 4:54 |
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Can you feel the hy-y-y-ype?
Can you feel it in your body-ah (can you feel it) Can you feel it in your body-ah (can you feel it) Coz I can feel it in my body-ah (I can feel it) It feels good to my body-ah To my body, in my body-ah (can you feel it) Can you feel it in your body-ah (can you feel it) Coz I can feel it in my body-ah (I can feel it) It feels good to my body-ah We gonna make y'all feel it Make y'all feel it Make y'all wanna jam Fellas in the place just clap your hands Ladies in the house just grab a man We gonna make y'all feel it Make y'all feel it Make y'all wanna move Ladies in the place just show 'em proof Fellas in the house you know what to do We gonna make y'all feel it in a special way A new van full of action and expos?br> Ladies in the house looking ready to play And I'm waiting for the right one to pass my way And in the mean time I'm about to roll up The Hague We got drinks on the table, tied up our lay And it's time to unwind if you've had a low day And ladies, I got something to say Can you feel it in your body-ah (can you feel it) Can you feel it in your body-ah (can you feel it) Coz I can feel it in my body-ah (I can feel it) It feels good to my body-ah To my body, in my body-ah (can you feel it) Can you feel it in your body-ah (can you feel it) Coz I can feel it in my body-ah (I can feel it) It feels good to my body-ah We gonna make y'all feel it Make y'all feel it Make y'all wanna jam Fellas in the place just clap your hands Ladies in the house just grab a man We gonna make y'all feel it Make y'all feel it Make y'all wanna move Lades in the place just show 'em proof Fellas in the house you know what to do Feel the vibration of the bass charm Put your face on the speaker, get your face blown Get up on the floor, get your dance on Coz your backbone's connected to your ass, go on The ladies all dressed up high fashion (hot!) Dancing all sexy with passion Honey, if you don't mind me asking Can you feel all that bass in that ass, hun? Can you feel it in your body-ah (can you feel it) Can you feel it in your body-ah (can you feel it) Coz I can feel it in my body-ah (I can feel it) It feels good to my body-ah To my body, in my body-ah (can you feel it) Can you feel it in your body-ah (can you feel it) Coz I can feel it in my body-ah (I can feel it) It feels good to my body-ah This is it (this is it) gotta keep 멷m moving Don't stop (don't stop) once you get moving Don't break (one break) next thing you know You on top (you on top) so hop to the rhythm That we stop (don't stop) get loose and express What you got (what you got) at least you gotta Give yourself a shot (a shot) hey never get 'em up And what you got? Can you feel the hy-y-y-ype? I can feel the hy-y-y-ype Can you feel the hy-y-y-ype? I can feel the hy-y-y-ype Can you feel it in your body-ah (can you feel it) Can you feel it in your body-ah (can you feel it) Coz I can feel it in my body-ah (I can feel it) It feels good to my body-ah To my body, in my body-ah (can you feel it) Can you feel it in your body-ah (can you feel it) Coz I can feel it in my body-ah (I can feel it) It feels good to my body-ah To my body, to my body-ah To my body, to my body-ah |
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| 6. |
| 4:03 |
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Ever since I was a little young-a
I always had a ryhme that I flung-a Any situation that you brung up Black Eyed Peas will shake a party like thunda Now everybody wanna ask and wonder How the Black Eyed Peas took it from the under From the bottom to the top Now we make your body rock Muthaf**** don't sit and ponder Cuz we come with no bloops no blunders We keep it fat like Atilla the Hun-a Latin ladies by like ay Corumba We caliente like you killin' in the summer We gave you something' Now you gonna ask for some more But naw brutha you ain't gonna get no more And I know you really like This audio delite Cuz my drum goes dum diddy dum-a Check it out One-time-for-ya-mind Two's for your souuuullll Three's for your body And four's for the ambience Check it out cuz this is how it go I'm sick with the rhyme I'm infected Since '95 the BEP perfected The way we get down on the record We comin' up with heat that's not expected You can't, you can't, you can't help but check it We stand out like chubby people in checkers We comin' hectic and hyper Aimin' like a sniper And when I rock the mic you'll respect me You respect it cuz you know I'm known to kill it I make it, make it, make it, make it Hotter than a skillet And you oughta know you goin' feel it Black Eyed Peas we do it we're the realest My faith will never fall Forever remain myself after all Gainin' fame, mass appeal, entertainin' y'all Never change or conform We always rock it raw I remember when we used to bust at the mall Ways of expressin' my love for the art Now we here to restore these rap laws Cuz the way it is now is not the way I saw so check it I'ma do it like this So y'all could recite this Hip hop anthem once more I won't let the mic rest You won't catch me rhyme-less No matter what the future got in store |
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| 3:51 |
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La, la la la la la, la la la la la hoooo
La la la la la, la la la la la If the ladies in the disco club Are freakin' in the disco club [hooo] And dancin' in the disco club And shaking in the disco club Then take me to the disco club Yeah, I’m trying to party on out Step to the disco tech, work it out Let’s go an' git and this party started now Parties and getting naughty is what I’m all about So many girlies in the house With banging ass bodies and party ass mouths After the club we’re going straight to my house [I got to, go to] Gotta get you on my couch I rock steady, no doubt You ask for some of us, so I had to turn you out Don’t give me drama baby, baby don’t pout I don’t want a baby, momma, don’t want a spouse If the ladies in the disco club Are freakin' in the disco club [hoooo] And dancin' in the disco club And shaking in the disco club Then take me to the disco club If the ladies in the disco club Are freakin' in the disco club [hoooo] And dancin' in the disco club And shaking in the disco club Then take me to the disco club I like the way that you move Don’t hold back, baby, do what you do [don’t make me] You make a nigga go ooh How the hell a woman get as fine as you [so fine] I’m trying to holla at you First time I seen ya’ I was like ‘hallelujah’ [hallelujah] Turn around, let me view ya’ [Got to, got to, got to] Damn I wanna do ya’ Baby let’s get into it Make moves like me and you was intimate [sexy] Let’s pretend that this beat is a heart beat when we're intimate [Hotness] sex with clothes on Dancing on the dance floor, getting my bulge on [Rising] And I got a Trojan Just in case we get it, get it going on La, la la la la la, la la la la la hoooo La la la la la, la la la la la If the ladies in the disco club Are freakin' in the disco club [hoooo] And dancin' in the disco club And shaking in the disco club Then take me to the disco club The ladies in the disco club ain’t the ones to be falling in love with If you go to the disco club protect yourself and don’t fall in love, The ladies in the disco club ain’t the ones to be falling in love with The ladies in the disco club ain’t the ones to be falling in love Playa listen, yeah, I’m a Miss an' I go to clubs and I sip on Cris an' That don’t mean I’m like the rest of them tricks At a party getting naughty, chasing money and dicks and No, you got me all wrong, brotha No, I’m a woman that’s strong brotha Yeah, it ain’t nothing wrong with a woman in the club getting freaky to the song Monday at the disco club Tuesday at the disco club [hoooo] Wednesday at the disco club Thursday at the disco club Friday at the disco club Saturday at the disco club Sunday at the disco club [hoooo] Every day’s the disco club See us at the disco club See you at the disco club [ha ooo] We gonna break it on down Rub it on your belly like a ultrasound Shake it like a jelly and move around Really wanna see y’all flaunt your style [ha ooo] Get wild, baby, get a little crazy Don’t hesitate, won’t take no maybe [Move] not like an eviction But you and me baby could cause some friction Hmm, as my eyes undress you Just wanna let you know there’s no pressure [hoooo] Body conversation, they both want pleasure But your girl cock-blocked and won't letcha Hmm, what you gonna do now Bounce, rock, shake and we can while out [hoooo] Let it all flow like a river now Check me, check me, check ch-check me on out If the ladies in the disco club Are freakin' in the disco club [hoooo] And dancin' in the disco club And shaking in the disco club Then take me to the disco club If the ladies in the disco club Are freakin' in the disco club [hoooo] And dancin' in the disco club And shaking in the disco club Then take me to the disco club La, la la la la la, la la la la la hoooo La la la la la, la la la la la La, la la la la la, la la la la la hoooo La la la la la, la la la la la |
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