Black Eyed Peas

helldanger1 · Mai 11, 2009

A8
Black Eyed Peas
Composição: Indisponível

Intro/Conversation:

Yo son, whatcha think about those Peas, though?
Yo, yo, I don't know, them dudes just be on stage, dancin andstuff...
They on some old Las Vegas bullshit
They move too much, man
I can't take them fools seriously
I mean, they ain't talk about no 6-4, no Impalas
They ain't shootin nobody (Shootin nobody)
They ain't talkin about clothes
You know what I'm saying?

Yo, my man, I got a plan to do it all (What kind of plan yougot)
I got a plan that none of y'all ever
Talked about 'cause underground niggas don't be thinking
I'm going kinda ?nino? like Lincoln
How can you make moves when you're always strapped under
I plan to read the scriptures, tell you more about the thunder
I wonder what really makes the world go round
Not thugs, 'cause thugs go 'round the brain of a brother's down
You be in it for a quick blink
But when you start to sink
You be deeper than you was
When you should've stop to think
About your consequence your actions don't make lots of sense
Brothers use the wicked life 'cause of lack of confidence
The devil jacked you for your sense now
You can't pay your rent and
That's no accident, you let us slip so we win
The rest of your development
You should've took time to prevent
The compiscation of your monument
Now ya, wash up, and a nobody
No one blame but your body
You livin life, had thick and uneasy
You chose to be involved with no deals and crisis
In a hole 'cause of lust and greed
Your mind held captive and unable to exceed
Come out and follow the Peas, we give you what you need
We proceed to give you, what (What, what)

A... (8x)
We givin you what you want
(We give you what you want) -- (3x)
And you proce-e-e-e-e-e-e-ed
On fienin on what you need
(We give you what you need) -- (3x)

Yo, everybody's goal is to win
But others gettiing caught up within the line of commiting sins
And everybody seems to wanna rule
It's so ridicule we gotta find the right cure
We approach to penetrate equivalent and strong
To wash out individual with evil forms
Conquering battles in these fields of greed
Dark faces all around me makes it hard for me to see
Who's got my back and who will backstab
I'm ready for foes and hoes who tries to grab
My currency, if I ain't got none
The (?) crip to runs to the ones who got some
The war billows to those who makes action
The main caption is to bring satisfaction
If you like that contend you see
How you suppose to call yourself a real MC

So what's the definition of a true MC
(Someone who rocks swell and put my soul at ease)
Lyrics went entertaining capability
(Now that's the realest, see, all around 360 degrees)

I'm givin you what you want, want
I'm givin you what you want
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
I'm givin you what you want, want
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm...

A... (8x)
We givin you what you want
(We give you what you want) -- (3x)
And you proce-e-e-e-e-e-e-ed
On fienin on what you need
(We give you what you need) -- (3x)

Hey, witness grief through startin material
You are blinded by lights, had an ego ratio
God bless you with the gift of only show
Business but you a careless professional
Is where your failing will show
Over indos and end only cash flows
Makin it big, but yet, you never know
You will pay in your dues bringin on sorrow
Here today, easily gone tomorrow
Feel the pain and I never borrow
From another man, instead I'm making grand
Watch the Peas as we make a stand

A... (8x)
We givin you what you want
(We give you what you want) -- (3x)
And you proce-e-e-e-e-e-e-ed
On fienin on what you need
(We give you what you need) -- (3x)

helldanger1 · Mai 11, 2009

Anxiety
Black Eyed Peas
Composição: Will Adams,Allan Pineda e Papa Roach

I feel like I wanna smack somebody
Turn around and bitch slap somebody (bitch)
But I ain't goin' out bro (no, no, no)
I ain't givin' into it (no, no, no)
Anxieties bash my mind in
Terrorizing my soul like Bin Laden
But I ain't fallin' down bro (no, no, no)
I won't lose control bro (no, no, no)
Shackle and chained
My soul feels stained
I can't explain got an ich on my brain
Lately my whole aim is to maintain
And regain control of my mainframe
My bloods boiling its beatin' out propaine
My train of thoughts more like a runaway train
I'm in a fast car drivin' in a fast lane
In the rain and I'm might just hydroplaine

I don't fear none of my enemies
And I don't fear bullets from oozies
I've been dealing with something thats worse than these
That'll make you fall to your knees and thats the
The anxiety the sane and the insane rivalry
Paranoias brought me to my knees
Lord please please please
Take away my anxiety
The sane and the insane rivalry
Paranoias brought me to my knees
Lord please please please
Take away my anxiety

My head keeps running away my brother
The only thing making me stay my brother
But I won't give into it bro (no, no, no)
Gotta get myself back now
God, I can't let my mind be
Tell my enemy is my own
Gots to find my inner wealth
Gots to hold up my thoughts
I can't get caught (no, no, no)
I can't give into it now (no, no, no)
Emotions are trapped set on lock
Got my brain stuck goin through the motions
Only I know what's up
I'm filled up with pain
Tryin' to gain my sanity
Everywhere I turn its a dead end infront of me
With nowhere to go gotta shake this anxiety
Got me feelin' strange paranoia took over me
And its weighin' me down
And I can't run any longer, yo
Knees to the ground

I don't fear none of my enemies
And I don't fear bullets from oozies
I've been dealing with something thats worse than these
That'll make you fall to your knees and thats the
The anxiety the sane and the insane rivalry
Paranoias brought me to my knees
Lord please please please
Take away my anxiety
The sane and the insane rivalry
Paranoias brought me to my knees
Lord please please please
Take away my anxiety

I don't fear none of my enemies
And I don't fear bullets from oozies
I've been dealing with something thats worse than these
That'll make you fall to your knees and thats the
The anxiety the sane and the insane rivalry
Paranoias brought me to my knees
Lord please please please
Take away my anxiety
The sane and the insane rivalry
Paranoias brought me to my knees
Lord please please please
Take away my anxiety

helldanger1 · Mai 11, 2009

Audio Delite At Low Fidelity
Black Eyed Peas
Composição: William Adams / Allen Pineda / Keith Harris / Ricky James

Check it
Ever since i was a little younger
I always had a rhyme that i flung up
In any situation that you brung up
Black eyed peas would shake a party like thunder
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
Motherfuckers [hey!] don't sit and ponder
Coz we come with no blutes, no blunders
We keep it fat like attila the honda
Latin ladies be like Â‘ay karumba'
We calling in there like you chilling in the summer

Chorus
We gave you some, now you gonna ask for some more
But no, brother you ain't gonna get no more
And i know you really like this audio delite,
Coz my drum goes Â‘dum diddy-dumma'
Check it out:
One time, for your mind
Two's for your [soul]
Three's for your body, and
Four's for the ambiance
Check it out coz this is how it go

I'm sick with the rhyme - i'm infected
Since '95 the beps perfected
The way we get down on the record
We coming up, we 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 check-its
We're coming hectic and hyper
Aiming like a sniper
And when i rock the mike y'all respect it
You respect it coz you know i'm known to kill it
I make you make you make you hotter than the skillet
Yeah, and i know you gonna feel it
Black eyed peas Â– we the r- we the realest

Chorus

My faithful never fall
For every main
Gaining fame, that's the deal, entertaining y'all
Never change or conform, we always rock Â‘n' roll
I remember when we used to bust at the mall
Ways of expressing my love for the art
Now we here to restore these rap laws
Coz the way it is now's not the way i saw
So check it:
I'ma do it like this
So y'all can recite this
Hip-hop anthem once more
I won't let the mike rest
No you won't catch me rhymeless
No matter what the feat you got in store

Chorus

helldanger1 · Mai 11, 2009

Ba Bump
Black Eyed Peas
Composição: William Adams / Printz Board / Larry Blackman / Thomas Jenkins

[Will.i.am]
Yea (woo)
Uh (woo)
the shit (woo)
ya...
Hey

[Taboo]
This is the beat that make you shake your rump
That make your booty go ba-bump, ba-bump
It's 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 don't 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 girl's UGLY
Then get drunk

This that beat that make ya get crunk
It's that beat that make ya bump ya bump (ohh)
I'll give you what ya want

[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
That's what we gave ya cuz that's what you need
B to the E to the P make ya bump (ooh)
I'll give you what you want

[Taboo]
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 it's too, too much consumption (ohh)
Throw the assume, there's no room for assumption
We the crew that keep the funk just funking
The bump just ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bumping (ohh)

[Taboo & Will.i.am]
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 don't get punk'd
Never stagged near the dragon, keep it on jump (ohh)
If you're askin' it's 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]
It's that beat that make ya bump ya bump (ohh)

[Fergie]
I'll 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
That's what we gave ya cuz that's what you need
B to the E to the P make ya bump (ooh)

This is bumping, bumping, (oh) bumping, bumping
When it's 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

helldanger1 · Mai 11, 2009

Be Free
Black Eyed Peas
Composição: Indisponível

BEP, I know you feel it, huh (4x)

Oh my goodness, I know you feel the vibration
Across the globe no matter your location
Ain't no difficulty or complication
Just as long my niggas in the celebration
Celebrated the musical liberation
The Peas then demonstrated the demonstration
And you will feel the flush of relaxation
I'ma wax these and then get heavy rotation
I got you in bliss and ain't no aggrevation
When you bump us, we bring the stimulation
So hurry up and get your daily fixation
But make sure that it's handled, it's a moderation
One dose should bring you to a limitation
So put your back into it, baby, that's right, huh
I'm about to plug in some dedication
This goes out to my brothers and my coalition

Chorus:

All I want is to be free
You keep pushing up on me
All I want is to be free
You be you let I'll be me
Let me do what I feel inside
Won't get taken for a ride
Do just what I feel inside
Everything will be alright (5x)

Oh my goodness, it's obvious now you feeling me
Envious niggas plan on killing me
Fronting on my niggas and also my family
Fiening for my capability, it's tragedy
My technicalities die hard like battery
Try to cross us, I blast 'cause you flatting me
You oughta be on something like PCP
To come against a crew like BEP (Oh my goodness)
Oh no you didn't try to contest me
Come out delivery, won't control your body
I'm breaking down I all mathematically
Yes mentally, physically and spiritually
Actually, I'm rippin your anatomy
Cause literally you be in the cemetery
I'm about to throw a shout-out to my peeps
Dedicated to the DJ's that pump it in their streets

Chorus

Whip it good like DeVoe we whip it good
You understand (Woman, it's understood)
We be winning tournaments like Tigerwoods
Opening your suburbs and bump it in your hood
Rock it in your box or your hooptie-hoop
Bump it in your hot beamer 850 coupe
Cause I'ma inform I all on what to do
Hop in your ride and drive down in your avenue
It's bumping in your barbeque and your venue
At a journey, feelin that ease, is why I sent you
Cause ain't no stopping this, stopping it
Cause we be rocking it (Rock, rock, rock)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (8x)

Chorus

Gather up the team, now we ready to go
Any minute we'll be all over your box and video
Niggas wanna stop me and my amigos
But we still roll all over your accapella goes
Leave it or this one here like meteor
Your mediocre scene, you feel the roar
Vibration that's headed for your store
For a change, not bragging about close to more
Instead brain fusion, I lace you up confusion
Relax and feel the groove it's the solution
We straight cruising while the beat is still cruising
You're here so clap your hand to what we're doin

Chorus

Whip it good

helldanger1 · Mai 11, 2009

Bebot
Black Eyed Peas
Composição: William Adams / Allen Pineda

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Philipino!!! Philipino!!! Philipino!!! Philipino!!!

Hoy pare pakinggan nyo ko
Eto nang tunay na filipino
Galing sa baryo sa pangbato
Pumunta ng LA nagtrabaho
Para makatulong sa nanay
Dahil sa hirap ng buhay
Pero masaya parin ang kulay
Pag kumain nagkakamay
Yung kanin, chicken adobo
Yung balot, binebenta sa kanto
Tagay mo na nga ang baso
Pare ko inuman na tayo

Philipino!!! Philipino!!! Philipino!!! Philipino!!!

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Philipino!!! Philipino!!! Philipino!!! Philipino!!!

Masdan mo ang magagandang dalaga
Nakakagigil ang beauty mo talaga
Lambingin di nakakasawa
Ikaw lang ang gustong kasama
Yung bahay o kubo
Pagibig mo ay totoo
Puso ko´y laging kumikibo
Wala kang katulad sa mundo ko
Pinoy ka sigaw na, sige
Kung maganda ka sigaw na, sige
Kung buhay mo´y mahalaga, sige
Salamat sa iyong suporta

Philipino!!! Philipino!!! Philipino!!! Philipino!!!

Philipino!!! Philipino!!! Philipino!!! Philipino!!!

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pinoy ka sigaw na, sige
kung maganda ka sigaw na, sige
kung buhay mo´y mahalaga, sige
salamat sa iyong suporta, sige

pinoy ka sigaw na, sige
kung maganda ka sigaw na, sige
kung buhay mo´y mahalaga, sige
salamat sa iyong suporta

...Philipino ...philipino ...philipino ...philipino

La la la la la la la la la la la la loooooooooooo [x2]

helldanger1 · Mai 11, 2009

Clumsy
Black Eyed Peas
Composição: Fergie

She can´t help it. The girl can't help it (Oh baby)(3x)
She can't help it

The first time, that I saw your eyes
Boy you looked right through me, umm ummm
Played it cool, but I knew you knew
That cupid hit me, mm mmm

You got me trippin', stumblin', flippin', fumblin'
Clumsy 'cuz I'm fallin' in love (in love)
You got me slippin', tumblin', sinkin', crumblin'
Clumsy 'cuz I'm fallin' in love (in love)
So in love with you

She can´t help it. The girl can't help it (Oh baby)
She can´t help it. The girl can't help it (Oh no)
She can´t help it. The girl can't help it (No How)
She can't help it

Can't breath, when you touch my sleeve
Butterflies so crazy, umm ummm
Whoa now? Think I'm goin' down
Friends don't know what's with me, mm mmm

You got me trippin', stumblin', flippin', fumblin'
Clumsy 'cuz I'm fallin' in love (in love)
You got me slippin', tumblin', sinkin', crumblin'
Clumsy 'cuz I'm fallin' in love (in love)
So in love with you

She can´t help it. The girl can't help it (Oh no)
She can´t help it. The girl can't help it (Oh please)
She can´t help it. The girl can't help it (Oh no)
She can't help it

You know, this ain't the first time this has happened to me
This love sick thing
I like serious relationships, and uh...
A girl like me don't stay single for long
'Cuz everytime a boyfriend and I break-up
My world is crushed and I'm all alone
The love bug comes right back up and bites me...
And I'm back

She can´t help it. The girl can't help it (In love)
She can´t help it. The girl can't help it (Oh God)
She can´t help it. The girl can't help it (I'm back in love)
Whooo hoo hoo
She can´t help it. The girl can't help it (I'm back in love, yeah)
She can´t help it. The girl can't help it (I'm back in love, yeah baby)
She can´t help it. The girl can't help it (I'm back in love, yeah)
You know you got me...

You got me trippin', stumblin', flippin', fumblin'
Clumsy 'cuz I'm fallin' in love (in love)
You got me slippin', tumblin', sinkin', crumblin'
Clumsy 'cuz I'm fallin' in love (in love)
So in love with you

Clumsy cause I'm fallin in love (in love)
You got me slippin', tumblin', sinkin', crumblin'
Clumsy 'cuz I'm fallin' in love (in love)

So in love with you (3x)

helldanger1 · Mai 11, 2009

Don't Lie
Black Eyed Peas
Composição: William Adams / Jaime Gomez / Allen Pineda / Stacy Ferguson / Chris Peters / Drew Peters / Ricky Walters

Yeah,Uh Huh,LaRaRaRaLa
Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry
Hey baby, my nose is getting big
I noticed it be growing when I been telling
them fibs
Now you say your trust's getting weaker
Probably cuz my lies just started getting deeper
And the reason for my confession is that I learned
my lesson
And I really think you oughta know the truth
Because I lied and I cheated and I lied a little more
But after I did it I don't know what I did it for
I admit that I have been a little immature
Fucking with your heart like I was the predator
In my book of lies I was the editor and the author
I forged my signature
And now I apologize for what I did to you
Cuz what you did to me I did to you

[Chorus]
No no no no baby, no no no no don't lie
No, no, no, no, baby, you gonna try
What you gonna do when it all comes out
When I see you and what you're all about
Nononono baby, nononono don't lie
Because you know you know you know you know
you know you gotta try

She said I'm leaving
She can't take the pain
It's hard to continue this love, it ain't the same
Can't forget the things that I've done inside her
brain
Too many lies committed too many games
She feeling like a fool getting on the last train
Trying to maintain but the feeling won't change
I'm sorry for the things that I've done and what I
became
Caught up in living my life in the fast lane
Blinded by lights, cameras, you know the fame
I don't know the reason why I did these things

And I lie and I lie and I lie and I lie
And now ya emotions are drained
When I lie and I lie and a little lie lie
And now ya emotions are drained

[Chorus x2]

Yo, I'm lying to my girl even though I love her
And she all in my world
I give her all my attention and diamonds & pearls
She's the one who makes me feel on top of the world
Still I'm lyin' to my girl, I do it

And I lie and I lie and I lie till there's no turning back
I don't know why, and I lie and I lie till I don't know
who I am
And then I tell myself

No no no no baby, no no no no don't lie
No, no, no, no, baby, you gonna try
What you gonna do when it all comes out
When I see you and what you're all about
No no no no baby, no no no no don't lie
No no no no baby, no no no no
Stop, st-stop st-stop stop stop lying.

helldanger1 · Mai 11, 2009

Don't Phunk With My Heart
Black Eyed Peas
Composição: William Adams / Stacy Ferguson / Printz Board / George Pajon Jr. / Full Force / Kalyanji Anandji / Indeewar

No, no, no, no, don't phunk with my heart
(Yeah)
No, no, no, no, don't phunk with my heart

I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love,baby,in love,baby!
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love,baby,in love,baby!

Girl, you know you got me, got me
With your pistol shot me, shot me
And I'm here helplessly
In love and nothing can stop me
You can't stop me cause once I start it
Can't return me cause once you bought it
I'm coming baby, don't got it (don't make me wait)
So let's be about it

No, no, no, no, don't phunk with my heart

Baby, baby have some trustin', trustin'
When I come in lustin', lustin'
Cause I bring you that comfort
I ain't only here cause I want ya body
I want your mind too
Interestin's what I find you
And I'm interested in the long haul
Come on girl (yee-haw)

(come on)

I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby, in love, baby!
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby, in love, baby!

No, no, no, no, don't phunk with my heart

Girl, you had me once you kissed me
My love for you is not iffy
I always want you with me
I'll play by and you'll play with me
If you smoke I'll smoke too
That's how much I'm in love with you
Crazy is what crazy do
Crazy in love, I'm a crazy fool

No, no, no, no, don't phunk with my heart

Why are you so insecure
When you got passion and love her
You always claimin' I'm a cheater
Think I'd up and go leave ya
For another señorita
You forgot that I need ya
You must've caught amnesia
That's why you don't believe

(uh, yeah, check it out)

Don't you worry 'bout a thing, baby
Cause you know you got me by a string, baby
Don't you worry 'bout a thing, baby
Cause you know you got me by a string, baby

Baby girl, you make me feel
You know you make me feel so real
I love you more than sex appeal
(Cause you're)
That-tha, that tha, that-tha, that girl [5x]

[overlapping]
No, no, no, no, don't phunk with my heart [2x]
That-tha, that tha, that-tha, that girl [2x]

I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love,baby,in love,baby [4x]

Don't you worry 'bout a thing, baby
Cause you know you got me by a string, baby
Don't you worry 'bout a thing, baby
Cause you know you got me by a string, baby

helldanger1 · Mai 11, 2009

Dum Diddly
Black Eyed Peas
Composição: William Adams / Allen Pineda / Ray Brady / Printz Board / George Bennett / Benjamin Brown / Lloyd Ferguson / Robert Lyn / Donat Mittoo / Leroy Sibblis / Fitzroy Simpson

You know the music make I'm jump and prance
The B E Peas we keep you rocking on the dance
You know the music make I'm jump and prance
Dum diddley dum dum diddley dum dum diddley
dum dum diddley diddley
[2x]

Bring on the rhythm; bring on the drums
The rim shack sound like someone gunned
(Pop! Pop!) There go your ear drums
So raise the volume to the maximum
Base booming bout to make your body feel numb
Penetrate your body penetrate your skeleton
This little diddley definitely demonstrates some
Dum diddley dum. so dance to the drum

[Chorus]
Don't hurt yourself, take it easy
There's no better time than right now
So let yourself go, o-eh-o
Watch yourself now, here comes the sound
[2x]

You know the music make I'm jump and prance
The B E Peas we keep you rocking on the dance
You know my music make I'm jump and prance
Dum diddley dum dum diddley dum dum diddley
dum dum diddley diddley
[2x]

Freeze: music Please
Apparently yeah we the true MC's
BE Boys no decoys you know the sting
BE Peas till infinity
And we officially also fresh in the scene
So tell me if you see a cool that officially
Hit the whole glow simultaneously
Hit after hit (check out my melody)

[Chorus]

Sim sim sim, blum blum blum
The Black Eyed Peas begun with action
Repeating rhy-rhythm in satisfaction
No need for asking, that's what's happening
The blimp blimp blimp, the blah blah blau
You didn¿t know me then and you¿ll never know me now
I'm the Apl.De.Ap, Filipino Ap
You don¿t know my style, yeah let me take you out yeah

[Chorus]

helldanger1 · Mai 11, 2009

Hey Mama
Black Eyed Peas
Composição: Black Eyed Peas

(la la la la la)
Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty moma
We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma
(REEEEEEEWIIIIIIND)
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
the way your body look really make me feel nauuughty
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
the way your body look really make me feel nauuughty

I got a naughty naughty style and a naughty naughty crew
But everything I do, I do just for you
Im a little bit of Old, and a bigger bit of Nu
The true n*ggers know that the peas come thru
We never cease(Naa), we never die no we never disease(Naa)
We multiply like we mathamatice
Then we drop bombs like we in the middle east
(The bomb bombas, the base move dramas)
Naw y'all knaw, who we are
y'all knaw, we the stars
Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards
And, lookin' hot without bodygaurds
(I do) what I can
(Y'all come thru)will.i.am
And still I stand, with still mic in hand
(So come on mama, dance to the druma)

Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you groove, mama
(hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(hey)so shake your bum bumma, come on now mama
Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you groove, mama
(hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(la la la la la)

We the big town stumpas, and and big sound pumpas
The beat bump bumpas all in your trunk trunkas
The girlies in the club with the big plump plumpas
And when I'm makin' love, my hip hump humps
It never quits(Naaa) we need to carry 9mm clips(Naa)
Dont wanna squize trigger, just wanna squize t*ts
(lubaluba)cause we the show stoppas
And the chief rockas, number one chief rockas
Naw y'all knaw, who we are
y'all knaw, we the stars
Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards
How we rockin' it girl, without body guards
she be, Fergie , from the crew
B.E.P, come and take heed, as we take the lead
(so come on papa, dance to the druma)

Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you groove, mama
(yaw)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(wuh)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(NAWWWW, NAWWW)
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
the way your body look really make me feel nauuughty

But the race is not, for the swiss
But who really can, take control of it
And tippa irie and the black eyed peas will be thhhheeerre
til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti
Tippa is ouuuuuut

Nosa dima shock, nosa dima ting
everytime you sit there i hear, bling bling
O wata ting, hear blacka sing
grinding, and winding
and the madda be moving in a perfect timing
and we dance and dance to the end of the thing
and we're really to nice, it finga akin
like rice and peas and chicken and bling

Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you groove, mama
(hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(hey)so shake your bambama, come on now mama
Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you groove, mama
(hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(la la la la la *fade*)

helldanger1 · Mai 11, 2009

My Humps
Black Eyed Peas
Composição: William Adams / David Payton

What you gonna do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. (check it out)

I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these ice-ys.
Dolce & gabbana,
Fendi and then donna
Karan, they be sharin'
All their money got me wearin'
Fly gearrr but i ain't askin,
They say they love my ass 'n,
Seven jeans, true religion,
I say no, but they keep givin'
So i keep on takin'
And no i ain't fakin'
We can keep on datin'
I keep on demonstrating.

My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got u,

She's got me spending.
(oh) spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me.
She's got me spendin'.
(oh) spendin' all your money on me, on on me, on me

What you gonna do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What u go do with all that ass?
All that ass inside that jeans?
I'm a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
'cause of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (check it out)

I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let's go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Lets spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.

They say i'm really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin' a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin' at my lump, lump.
U can look but you can't touch it,
If u touch it i'ma start some drama,
You don't want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don't pull on my hand boy,
You ain't my man, boy,
I'm just tryn'a dance boy,
And move my hump.

My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps x3
In the back and in the front.
My lovin' got you,

She's got me spendin'.
(oh) spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me.
She's got me spendin'.
(oh) spendin' all your money on me, on on me, on me .

What you gonna do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump
What u go do with all that ass?
All that ass inside that jeans?
I'm a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
What you go do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gonna do with all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I'ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.

She's got me spendin'.
(oh) spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me.
She's got me spendin'.
(oh) spendin' all your money on me, on on me, on me.

helldanger1 · Mai 11, 2009

Let's Get It Started
Black Eyed Peas
Composição: Black Eyed Peas

Let's Get It Started, in here...

And the base keep runnin' runnin', and runnin', and runnin',
and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and
runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin',
and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and...

In this context, there's no disrespect,
so, when I bust my rhyme, you break your necks.
We got five minutes for us to disconnect,
from all intellect collect the rhythm effect.
Obstacles are inefficient, follow
your intuition, free your inner soul and break away from tradition.
Coz when we beat out, girl it's pullin without.
You wouldn't believe how we wow shit out.
Burn it till it's burned out.
Turn it till it's turned out.
Act up from north, west, east, south.

[Chorus:]
Everybody,(Come on)everybody, let's get into it.
Get stupid.(come on)
Get it started, get it started, get it started.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here.
Yeah.

Lose control, of body and soul.
Don't move too fast, people, just take it slow.
Don't get ahead, just jump into it.
Ya'll here a body, two peices to it.
Get stutted, get stupid.
You'll want me body people will walk you through it.
Step by step, like you're into new kid.
Inch by inch with the new solution.
Trench men hits, with no delusion.
The feeling's irresistible and that's how we movin'.

[Chorus:]
Everybody,(Come on) everybody, let's get into it.
Get stupid.(Come on)
Get it started, get it started, get it started.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here.
Yeah.

Runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin',
and runnin runnin' and... Come on ya'll let's get...Oohhoo!
Aha, let's get oohhoo... in here (right now yeah.) Cookoo,
aha, let's get, cookoo, in here... Cookoo, aha, let's get,
cookoo, in here...ow, ow, ow...
ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya...

Let's get ill, that's the deal.
At the gate, we'll bring the bud top drill. (Just)
Lose your mind this is the time,
Ya'll test this drill, Just and bang your spine. (Just)
Bob your head like epilepsy, up inside your club or in your bentley.
Get messy, loud and sick.
Ya'll mount past slow mo in another head trip. (So)
Come then now do not correct it, let's get ignant let's get hectic.

[Chorus:]
Everybody, everybody, let's get into it.
Get stupid. (Come on)
Get it started (come one) , get it started (yeah), get it started.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started (woah, woah, woah) in here.
Yeah.
Oohhoo! Aha, oohhoo... in here...
Cookoo, aha, cookoo, in here...
Cookoo, aha, let's get, cookoo, in here...ow, ow, ow...
ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya,
ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya...

Runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin',
and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin' (fade)

helldanger1 · Mai 11, 2009

Pump It
Black Eyed Peas
Composição: William Adams / Allen Pineda / Thomas Van Musser / Stacy Ferguson / Nicholas Roubanis

"These composition radio it's in here

Ho ho haaaaaaaaaa
Pump it
Ho ho haaaaaaaaaa
And pump it (louder) [4x]

Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right(ho,ho,ho)

N*ggas wanna hate on us (who)
N*ggas be envious (who)
And I know why they hatin' on us (why)
Cause that's so fabulous (what)
I'ma be real on us (c'mon)
Nobody got nuttin' on us (no)
Girls be all on us, from London back down to the US (s, s)

We rockin' it (contagious), monkey business (outrageous)
Just confess, your girl admits that we the shit

F-R-E-S-H (fresh)
D-E-F, that's right we def (rock)
We definite B-E-P, we rappin' it
So, turn it up (turn it up) [3x]
C'mon baby, just

Pump it (louder) [6x]

And say, oh oh oh
Say, oh oh oh
Yo, yo

Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right now
(hut)This joint is fizzlin'
It's sizzlin'
Right now

(Yo, check this out right here)
Dude wanna hate on us (dude)
Dude need'a ease on up (dude)
Dude wanna act on up
But dude get shut like flavor shut (down)
Chicks say, she ain't down
But chick backstage when we in town (ha)
She like man on drunk (fool)
She wanna hit n' run (errr)
Yeah, that's the speed
That's what we do
That's who we be
B-L-A-C-K -E -Y-E-D-P to the E, then the A to the S
When we play you shake your ass
Shake it, shake it, shake it girl
Make sure you don't break it, girl
Cause we gonna

Turn it up (turn it up) [3x]
C'mon baby, just
Pump it (louder) [6x]

And say, oh oh oh oh
Say, oh oh oh oh
Yo, yo
Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right now
(hut)This joint is fizzlin'
It's sizzlin'
Right now

Damn (damn) [5x]

Wow

Apl. de ap. from Philippines
Live and direct, rocking this scene
Waiting on down for the B-boys
And B-girls waiting, doin' their thing
Pump it, louder come on
Don't stop, and keep it goin'
Do it, lets get it on
Move it!

Come on, baby, do it

La-da-di-dup-dup die dy
On the stereo(ho)
Let those speakers blow your mind
(Blow my mind, baby)
To let it go, let it go(ho)
Here we go
La-da-di-dup-dup die dy (c'mon, we're there)
On the radio
The system is gonna feel so fine

Pump it (louder) [6x]

And say, oh oh oh
Say, oh oh oh
Yo, yo
Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right now
(hut)This joint is fizzlin'
It's sizzlin'
Right now

helldanger1 · Mai 11, 2009

Rap Song
Black Eyed Peas
Composição: Indisponível

[Wyclef]
Wyclef on guitar.. with the Black Eyed Peas
Here go the rap song, they wanna sing it to y'all

[Chorus One]
She like a rap song (she like a rap song)
She like a rap song (she like a rap song)
She like a rap song (she like a rap song)
She like a rap song (she like a rap song)

[Verse One]
You're like a hip-hop song y'know
I wanna be your "Buddy" like De La Soul
Let me "Rock +them+ Bells" like I'm LL
I like you in a Kangol and Gazelles
Here's a ticket come and see me on my "Planet Rock"
Like the Daddy Kane, I can be your "Smooth Op'"
But wait-uh every month you're the flavor
I wanna get a scoop - lat-uh!

[Chorus Two]
She like a rap song (she like a rap song)
She like a rap song ..
She make me clap (how's that) cause she a rap song
She like a rap song
She like a rap song (she like a rap song)
She like a rap song ..
She make me clap (how's that) cause she a rap song
She like a rap song

[Verse Two]
She was the, "Public Enemy #1"
She was my, "Mona Lisa" when we first begun
She got me, "Jump-in' Around" like Everlast
Singin a, "Rap Life" with help from Tash
She be my, metronome rhythm to my feet
And when we, when we do it do it to the beat
She like, "My Melody" done by Eric B., and Rakim
cause she be rockin me steadily, yo

[Chorus Three]
Yo, she got hips to hops
and she ain't goin pop
She like a record that I wanna rock
when I'm rollin in my ride cruisin down my block
Yo, and if she was a rap song
She'd be "Bonita Applebum"
And I wanna put you on
I'm puttin you on, you're my favorite song

[Chorus Two]

[Verse Three]
She makes me say 'ho' but she ain't a "HOE!!"
She "Got it Made" with Special Ed (??) "HOE!!"
Her bass is everlasting like Rodney O's
She "Myself and I" comin from the +Soul+
She like a beat that makes me wanna grab the mic
She like the lyrics that I wanna recite
She like the old school mic with the cable
You can bring your records and I'll bring the turntable yo

[Chorus Three]

[Chorus Two]

She like a.. she like a.. {*repeat in background*}

[Wyclef]
Wyclef, Jerry Wonder
with the Black Eyed Peas
Don't hurt nobody man
Takin over the universe, I told y'all
Take me in, don't hurt nobody

helldanger1 · Mai 11, 2009

Sexy
Black Eyed Peas
Composição: Indisponível

I took your picture, with one particular
Reason and it's ta', capture your caracter
I like to sit and stare at cha'
Ain't nothin' wrong with starin' at cha'
Girl don't get scared at the fact that
I envision us gettin' married and uh', ha'
I ain't tryin' to rush nuttin' cuz I ain't rushin'
It'll take a time like,
"What's them things that move slow you know them..."
Damn! I can't think `cause you on my mind
And when you on my mind I can't find
Anything that rhymes with the word rhyme
I gotta' rhyme rhyme with mixture
And speakin' of mixture, with you I wanna' be mixed up
I'm a record and your like a record, so lets let the DJ mix us
You're like an elixir, that got me tipsy
This is just like Ripley's, believe it or not but I luv ya'

[CHORUS]
Girl, you really got me goin', outta' control
(outta' control)
I don't know what I'm doin', lets let it go
And do what we do best, take off our clothes
(take off our clothes)
We look better undressed, yeah

[BRIDGE] [x2]
Lets get sexy, Lets get sexy
Bounce some more, Bounce some more
Fightin' is rightin', Fightin' is rightin'
Lets get sexy, It's so much more excitin'

For you I'm a fanatic, I'm a addict
Your sexy antics turn me on like automatic
No need to get dramatic, But I gotta' have it
(Gimme Gimme Gimme Gimme)
Gimme some of them sexual acrobatics
Karma Sutra girl, Anything that suits you girl
Stuff that you ain't used to girl
Come over here and let me show you just how willy do it
I'm a freak and you knew it
Your a freak and I knew it
Baby lets get to it `cause

[CHORUS]

Let's start the S s E (ok) X x X (yeah) X x X
(YES yes YES)

You take me to extasy, without takin' extasy
It's exactly like extasy, when you layin' right next to me
I'm sexin' you sexin' you, you sexin' me sexin' me
It feels so damn natural, what we doin' so naturally
I'm likin' you rubbin' me, and you likin' me rubbin' you
Da' passions emaculate, while you lovin' me lovin' you
I put L O V in you, I love puttin' me in you
Make love to you, just like Sergio Mendes play's the piano

helldanger1 · Mai 11, 2009

Fly Away
Black Eyed Peas
Composição: Indisponível

When the world changes, you adjust
So, on this joint right here we about to take flight ya'll
(Oo ooo)Check it out ya'll (Oo ooo)check it out ya'll
Yo Fergie what ya gonna do? (flip it out)

Yeah, what we came to do, show these people how we gonna do (mix it up)
Yeah, its Balck Eye Peas ya'll
So, check it out (ay)

You're here, so gone
this dark has got suddenly turned into dawn
I know you've already been here too long, too long, too long
Although you won't see me fall from grace
You step on my solace you walk away
My demise you'll never know
I'm letting you go

(Fly away now)
Flip it up Flip it up get back on the truck
Got to keep moving keep reppin' it up
Mix it up Mix it up time for the next stop
You got to go now and fill up your cup
(Fly away now,fly away now)
Switch it up Switch it up go hop on that bus
Don't need to blow the horn I'll be tough, hey

You take me from me
With you forever, but darling I see
The world is who you belong to, not me
So I set you free

(Fly away now)
Flip it up Flip it up get back on the truck
Got to keep moving keep reppin' it up
Mix it up Mix it up time for the next stop
You got to go now and fill up your cup
(Fly away now, fly away now)
Switch it up Switch it up go hop on that bus
Don't need to blow the horn I'll be tough, hey

I be fallin' up never fallin' down
'Cause I spread my wings and glide around town

Fly, lover go
Find your nest,find your home
(Uh uh oh,uh uh uh oh)
I miss you so
Spread your wings, let it flow
(Uh uh oh, uh uh uh oh)

I be fallin' up never fallin' down
'Cause I keep it on a higher level, elvated ground

Flip it up Flip it up get back on the truck
Got to keep moving keep reppin' it up
Mix it up Mix it up time for the next stop
You got to go and fill up your cup
Bout to get gone baby (fly away now)Yeah, get it gone now (fly away now)
Switch it up Switch it up go hop on that bus
Don't need to blow the horn I'll be tough, hey

Get back on the truck (yeah)
Got to keep moving keep reppin' it up
Mix it up Mix it up time for the next stop
You got to go now and fill up up your cup
Bout to get gone baby (fly away now) Takin' flight now (uh uh oh, uh uh uh oh)
Switch it up Switch it up go hop on that bus (yeah)
Don't need to blow that horn I'll be tough
Flip it up Flip it up (takin' flight now) (uh uh oh, uh uh uh oh)
(Gettin' gone baby) switch it up switch it up (takin' flight now)(uh uh oh, uh uh uh oh)
Flip it up (fly away now) switch it up (fly away now)
Takin' flight baby (uh uh oh, uh uh uh oh)
Doin' whats right now (uh uh oh, uh uh uh oh)

helldanger1 · Mai 11, 2009

My Style
Black Eyed Peas
Composição: William Adams / Allen Pineda / Stacy Ferguson / Thomas Van Musser / Justin Timberlake / Timothy Mosley / Ante Hills

Lord, have mercy [7x]

[Chorus]
I know that you like my style [2x]
You can’t get to turn you out
Everybody in the place get wild
I know that you like my style [2x]
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 [2x]
What’s up, what’s up with you boy [2x]

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 while my love remain

[Chorus]
I know that you like my style [2x]
You can’t get to turn you out
Everybody in the place get wild
I know that you like my style [2x]
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 [2x]
What’s up, what’s up with you boy [2x]

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”

[Chorus]
I know that you like my style [2x]
You can’t get to turn you out
Everybody in the place get wild
I know that you like my style [2x]
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 [2x]
What’s up, what’s up with you boy [2x]

[Taboo in Spanish]

Te gusta mi estilo (estilo)
Dile a tu tia y tu tio (tio)
Aye vienne Jimmy with the lingo (lingo)
I like to keep my style no singo (singo)
Baby you can call me mijo (mijo)
I make you say adios mijo (mijo)
Tu chocha és todo mio (Ayyye)
I make hot baby is the 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 [2x]
What’s up, what’s up with you boy [2x]

I know that you like my style [2x]
I’ve been gone for a while
But I’m back with a brand new style

Black Eyed Peas [Black Eyed Peas]
JT [that’s me]
And we out baby [out baby]

Ba-da-ba-da-ba-ba-ba…

helldanger1 · Mai 11, 2009

Like That
Black Eyed Peas
Composição: William Adams / Allen Pineda / Jaime Gomez / Kamaal Fareed / Talib Kweli Greene / Anthony Newley / Leslie Bricusse

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
LikeÂ… we got it like that y'all

Chorus

It's like that and aÂ…
It's like that and aÂ…

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 Fargo is in the house
My man Shahid's in the house
Taboo, You know I'm in the house
Black Eyed Peas represent sellin out [3x]

It's like that and aÂ…

helldanger1 · Mai 11, 2009

Latin Girls
Black Eyed Peas
Composição: Indisponível

Mira mira mira mira mira....
Mira mira mira mira mira....
Mira mira mira mira mira....
Mira mira yo quiero

Cuban girls, cuban girls, (i like 'em)
Puerto rican girls, puerto rican girls, (yo quiero)
Mexican girls, mexican girls, (yo quiero)
Spanish girls, spanish girls, (i like 'em)
Girls, girls, latin girls
Latin girls, latin girls
Latin girls, what's happenin' girls?
What's happenin' girl? what's happenin?

I like latin dem latin women (i do)
And they love me cause i'm that man
With cocoa nuts and chocolate skin
I'm that mocha masculine
Feminines that are latin call ya friends
And call your cousins cause i know you got dozens of them
Marias, elizabeths, sonyas and blancas
When i see ya you can get boned if ya wanta
Yo quiero en i'm sincero
If you never had an ichi let me be your primero
We can hit the channel we can dance the bolero
Have a shopping spree and you can spend my dinero
But...
I wish you was more like j-lo
(my love don't cost) cause love don't cost a thing
So why don't you let this king love the queen of argentin
Girl you know i know you know what i mean
Cause i like them'

Cuban girls, cuban girls, (i like 'em)
Puerto rican girls, puerto rican girls, (yo quiero)
Mexican girls, mexican girls, (yo quiero)
Spanish girls, spanish girls, (i like 'em)
Girls, girls, latin girls
Latin girls, latin girls
You makin me hot girl!
What's happnin' girl? what's happnin? (oh!)

Que bunda
Que quieres con mi
Mira muchacha esta es para ti
Latina chicana por mi
Mas finas me gustan asi
Mira a, mira a, mira a, mami
Esperate, esperate, esperate aqui
We could connect and act humanly
Indulge in animal instincts so we...
We could have conversation or...
Sexual relation or...
We could explore find out more
About things that we done before
Whether it be kinky thoughts
I'm a make your chonies drop
Watch mr. sssshoney rock
I'll rock your stickey spot
Hombre lumbre gonna make it hot
Ill make your trick drop
They call me cum a lot
I like 'em

Cuban girls, cuban girls, (i like 'em)
Puerto rican girls, puerto rican girls, (yo quiero)
Mexican girls, mexican girls, (yo quiero)
Spanish girls, spanish girls, (i like 'em)
Girls, girls, latin girls
Latin girls, latin girls
Latin girls, what's happenin' girls?
What's happenin' girl? what's happenin?

Ven a mi
El paraiso sera para ti
Sera para ti
Sentirás el fuego dentro de mi

(yo)latin girls, latin girls
Latin girls, latin girls

Que pasa señorita
You a bronze skin mama
Me a mama son i wanna take you to havana
We could get down every day of the semana
Dance to the music and follow the guitarra

(chh-chicka-chh clap, chicka chh clap)
(chh-chicka-chh clap, come on)

Dame un momento que lo vuelvo con un beso
Take you to phillipines then you don't have to spend a peso

We got connection like a novel to aurida
I can relate cause latin girls look phillipina
Check your history there's no mystery between us
Destiny made it possible to be us
I know about your culture cause it's mixed with mine
We go together well just like
Beats and rhymes and
Tequilas and limes and
Celeste con pine and
I'll say one more time
I like them

Cuban girls, cuban girls, (i like 'em)
Puerto rican girls, puerto rican girls, (yo quiero)
Mexican girls, mexican girls, (yo quiero)
Spanish girls, spanish girls, (i like 'em)
Girls, girls, latin girls
Latin girls, latin girls
Latin girls, what's happenin' girls?
What's happenin' girl? what's happenin?

Yeah....
I like 'em....
Yo quiero....
Yo quiero....
I like 'em....

Da me un poquito mas
Lo que tienes por ai
Porque contigo yo quiero bailar...
Hu-hum...
Contigo yo quiero
Bailar un bolero
Oh caballero
Da me (12x)
Da me (6x)
Da me (6x)
Da me (3x)
Uoh oh - uho ho -uho ho
Uho uho uho uho oo
Contigo yo quiero...
Un poquito
Aah oooh...

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