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Three, four.. Chk UHH.. chk UHH.. I'm the W-I, double-L-I-Am Linkin up with the Primo, do it (do it) He's the T-to-the-A-to-the-B-oh-oh Linkin up with the Primo, do it (do it) He's the A-P-L-to-the-D-E-Ap Linkin up with the Primo, do it.. And we the B-to-the-E-to-the-P Hookin up with Primo (?) do it (do it) [Verse One] We comin through to take control of each zip code Bridgin the gap from rap to calypso We gonna strike each city from 'Frisco Tokyo to back to San Luis Obispo (??) data, descendants of Amadeus Transmitted through your CD's, tapes and record players We the crusaders, attack like alligators Yo, we're known to elevate like escalators Yo, we comin through to control your area Black Eyed Peas control your area Bringin the vibe that create hysteria Wack MC's vacate your area We three deep, comin out of yo' speaker I'm bustin your woofer and tearin through your tweeter Every rapper's talkin bout killin somebody but they ain't hip-hop to me (check it out) [Chorus] This is the hip hip hip, the hop hop hop We keep it keep it movin, non non stop {*scratch "Black Eyed Peas"*} Yo, we keep it movin {*scratch*} Yo, we keep it movin the hip hip hip, the hop hop hop We keep it keep it movin, non non stop {*scratch "Black Eyed Peas"*} Yo, we keep it movin {*scratch*} We got to keep it movin [Verse Two] It's the Black Eyed Peas (?) climbin up the Empire State tower livin is the mission desired I see a lot of liars so to dem I cross and fire and they lyrics soundin tired, repetitious and expired Cool dem down troop before they time get picked I can't take dem serious talkin about bullshit Got money and cars but, can't bullshit and your lyrics are soundin like, some doo doo shit While I'm holdin the mic tight, recite livin insight so we can all benefit from the artform (??) took, (??) you to make dough but forgot the main goal, almost lost the soul and got norm Cause everybody's talkin bout, high profilin but it ain't hip-hop to me (why why why) Cause everybody's talkin bout, high profilin but it ain't hip-hop to me (so check it out y'all) [Chorus] {*scratch* "I like the way the rhythm makes me jump"} {"Got black to asian, and caucasian sayin, 'That's the joint, that's the jam'"} {*scratch* "Let your body collide to the rhythm provided by the"} {"Black Eyed Peas"} {"Through a nation we build, off the music field or a visual thrill, we do what we feel"} [Verse Three] Yeah, your style's dated and you ain't came out yet Don't think you're +fresh+ cause you're rockin them outfits I think you're lost, cause you don't know where your route is Pick up the mic, put your money where your mouth is I pick up the mic and put my lyrics where my mouth is Hit your spirit, make you jump out them couches Quick agility to slow-like slouches with more bounce to the freak of def ounces And we announce this, follow us to show you what the sound is Primo and the Peas collaboratin like great Aiyyo let's do this, let's do this, we show you who the crew is Black Eyed Peas is like the rulers leavin all you brothers clueless Haters hate us if you wanna, we gon' speak on it We gon' tell the world why hip-hop is haunted Money is a drug and MC's is on it We gon' take it back to the days of Soulsonic [Chorus] * 2X w/ variations [ad libs to fade] |
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[Verse One] I called Tab on Wednesday night So we could make plans for Thursday night He said "we could go hit the peapods" I was like yeah, that's my favorite spot Plus I like it there, cuz I got love on the list High powered juice, where I don't even get frisked Walk up in the place and get love from the misses Pounds from my brothers, cause they knowing that this is the place to be to let it all out But when the weekend come, the weekend come, y'all could come So go tell ya momma come and ya papa come Go to spin the record so we can get dumb Place packed, capacity maximum Due to my man Polo Promotion And I can't wait to go out and hear some [Chorus: Esthero] Jumping music, swift DJ's Smoke machines and laser rays Look out weekend cause, here I come Because weekends were, werrrre [Verse Two] Walk in the club at like 10 o' clock And the spot is hot, blowing up rooftops Its Thursday night and the night is young Four day weekend, time to have some fun DJ's cut it up, drop them joints Everybody's been waiting to dance and make noise B-Boys, let me see you break it down And ladies, let your hips move around Its the sound of the BEP family Got a poet named Life and a sister Kimy (worrrrd up) And the blood of Abraham (worrrrd up) So let's get ready for the jam [Chorus] [Bridge] It was a Thursday night and the party was bumpin' And the bass was thumpin' and people was jumpin' And taboo's at the front door comin' Taboo's at the front door comiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin and and (here he come now) and nah, nah, nah [Verse Three] Yo, Mister Will.i.am (Mister Will.i.am) When oh when (Mister Will.i.am) Get our boogie on when the weekend COME Check the peapod, cuz the vibes is STRONG Selenas, Philipinas, they come one by ONE All lined up, and they ready for FUN Short one's, tall one's, beautiful ONES B-boys, B-girls, ready to WHAT Breaking and shaking when we doing our ish J-Rock from the Beat Junkies ready to mix Cuz they cuttIng up the wax for everybody Come on over cuz were having a party We lighting up the sky with the burning STAR Throw your hands in the air, if you know who you ARE Cuz we jumpin' around with the Broshigeez And get blessed by the beat pharmacy cause they hittin you with [Chorus] ....worrrrd up ....worrrrd up Look out weekend cause, here I come Because weekends were, werrrre |
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What? [Verse One] A lot of brothers, claimin they hard (HUH?) I grab the microphone and leave 'em scarred (scarred) But not scarred physically (WHAT?) More like scarred mentally (yeah) I correct your ego (YOUR EGO?) I'ma show you how it go {*scratch "go"*} Cause you killin me, ain't no skill in you With my hands on you I wouldn't be feelin you Yeah you platinum, but you wack as hell I dubbed over your single like a Maxell You need to * Stop now, get original Start practicin, master your flow You might as well, turn in your mic and start collectin dollars at the turnpike Cause the rhymes you kick, need to be fixed But you couldn't even fix them {*scratch "in the mix*} If you ate pebbles, your shit wouldn't rock You one of them balloons made to go pop You need to * Stop now, get original Start practicin, master your flow Stop now, get original WHAAAT? * Stop now, get original Start practicin, master your flow [Verse Two] There is really nothin you can do We about to hit you in your face with my kung-fu Risky on the microphone, I am Got the energy of (??) and (??) I'm about to let you know the deal on how I feel Many people can't be real, so they gotta chase the steel What the deal? Is it really all about the bills? What's the thrill? I'd rather have my soul fulfilled You gotta * Stop now, get original Start practicin, master your flow We delegate the skills to conversating The loss of motivation of MC's to create Sent it in for quick hit, waitin for the break You didn't pay your dues, so you got on Rikki Lake How does it feel to be the man on top when everything you got ain't any of your props? You need to * Stop now, get original Start practicin, master your flow Stop now, get original * Stop now, get original Start practicin, master your flow [Verse Three - Chali 2na] When you think about rap in it's entirety Violence became variety Silently personalities differ from what they try to be 2na be on the frontline, with rhyme shell I hit you You're sluggish like a barbituate We can make you admit you bit A hectic thrill, connect with Will and we create with the kung-fu collective skill The checks get real, people think this shit is hunky-dory It's another story while we be fightin for re- -demption pimps and prostitutes get the break they need With breakneck speed, the fakes succeed indeed Thinkin life is a party and it's a must to please But many pop MC's work for Mephistopheles stop it please Choppin broccoli happily for your company Publically sellin Satan when really you should be bumpin the truth So stop now * Stop now, get original Just practice and master your flow |
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| 4:05 |
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(Apl De Ap) It's so amazing when a show is captivatin' Gettin' everybody jumpin' and celebratin' Only one's own musically be overlayin' Connecting energy circulatin' inspiration Together movin' in a synchronized formation And if you're feelin' down this is survival from depression You see the lesson is we're rhyming for our mission Abolish circumstance transmitting from a piston Taking what I can but keeping peace in moderation Ap is like an eagle with the alligator patience Ready to attack any mic that I am facin' No limitation where I'm takin' my creation cuz (Will) We got we got we got it like that We got we got we got it like that We got we got we got it like that We got we got we got it like that (Chorus) You're so amazing, you're so hot and so blazing You're hot, hot, hot (c'mon stop) Hot, hot, hot (c'mon now) You're so amazing, you're so hot and so blazing You're hot, hot, hot (ooh wee) Hot, hot, hot (c'mon now) (Will) I'm more than ready to slice like machete Leave ya like confetti Break hearts like Tom Petty Are you ready? Cuz I am every metaphor You are nearly ready for The media predator Cuz I'll bust in your session and kick my own raps, yes Grab the microphone and show you where the forms at Tell your girl adapts cuz the rhyme contact And she easily attracted to it just like that It's like this cuz the way we capitvatin' We put her in a situation where she debatin' If she gonna up and jump and leave her mate and Go promote for us down at the radio station She likes the She really likes the music we be makin' She likes the She wants to be down when we creatin' She likes the She likes the way the vibe's vibratin' Yo, yo She likes the way the vibes y'all ratin' (Chorus) We got we got we got it like that We got we got we got it like that We got we got we got it like that We got we got we got it like that We got we got we got it like that Cuz we got got it like that We got we got we got it like that We got got got we got it like that (Taboo) 1, 2, 3 Taboo is on the set It's the family clique Broshiggez (aw shit) Boy don't fret everything's aight We gonna fall on up when Luis in flight Yo, fuck the rhyme tryin' we on poetic control Nevermind the behind and step ahead of your soul And move on to the next with the words we bless Cuz Black Eyed Peas is comin' hotter than sex We're writin', rhymin', makin' the beats Okay, hip hop blazers bringin' the heat Motivate cut, cut and scratch the groove Elevate then make them powerful moves How amazin' is it? It's so amazin' the blind be gazin' Even got deaf people listenin' and sayin' Keep on And ya don't stop We got the music that makes your body hot You're so amazing, you're so hot and so blazing You're hot, hot, hot (c'mon now) Hot, hot, hot (ohh wee) You're so amazing, you are so hot and so blazing You're hot, hot, hot (c'mon now) Hot, hot, hot (y'all need to quit) You're so amazing, you're so hot and so blazing You're hot, hot, hot (c'mon now) Hot, hot, hot (c'mon now) You're so amazing, you're so hot and so blazing You're hot, hot, hot (its time to go) Hot, hot, hot (its time to go) |
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[Chorus in Tagalog]
Lapit mga kaibigan at makinig kayo Ako'why may dala-dalang, balita galing sa bayan ko Nais kong ipamahagi ang mga kwento Ang mga pangyayaring nagaganap Sa lupang pinangako [English Translation:] (Come closer my friends and everyone listen I brought news from my homeland I'll tell you how we live and what goes on From my beloved homeland.) [Verse one, Apl.De.Ap] Every place got a ghetto this is my version Check it out... Listen closely yo, I got a story to tell A version of my ghetto where life felt for real Some would call it hell but to me it was heaven God gave me the grace, amazin' ways of living How would you feel if you had to catch your meal? Build a hut to live and to eat and chill in. Having to pump the water outta the ground The way we put it down utilizing what is around Like land for farming, river for fishing Everyone helpin' each other whenever they can We makin' it happen, from nothin' to somethin' That's how we be survivin' back in my homeland [Chorus] [Verse two, Apl.De.Ap] Yo, its been a while but... I been back home to my homeland, (check it out) to see what's going on Man it feels good to be back at home And it's been a decade, on the journey all alone I was fourteen when I first left Philippines I've been away half my life, but it felt like a day To be next to my mom with her home cooked meal Meant I felt complete, my emotions I feel! Now life has changed for me in the U.S But back at home man, life was a mess... I guess sometimes life's stresses gets you down On your knees, oh brother I wish I could have helped you out... [Chorus] |
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(Will) Just had a show tonight Voice all scraggly and all Yo Tab and Ap let's go interact Matter of fact let's attack 'em with the contact Make the ultimate impact leave 'em hunchbacked Light 'em up with the mic like we pyromaniacs Feel the power when I unlash exact There's no kinda act tactics that can stop that When I climax I'ma like kick a hole in that Sympathetic non poetic crap you callin' a rap And I might revitalize your cardiac So you can realize the heart of rap recited by the Black Eyed Peas, I'ma seize your income And freeze all the competition and then some I flip a show up in the Hamptons Rip it down to Compton Performin' my anthem Ya know, ya know You know that's the joint that's the jam Look I got some new shit We came to do it again (Chorus) Ahhhhhhhhhhh Scream if ya need to just let it out, let it out, let it out, let it out Ahhhhhhhhhhh Holla if ya need to just let it out, let it out, let it out, let it out Ahhhhhhhhhhh Vent if ya need to just let it out, let it out, let it out, let it out Yo self just let it out, y'all just let it out, holla and let it out (Apl De Ap) Introduction, here's a new concussion I'ma break it down like a mechanical conductant Eruptin' volcanic lyrically meaning something All you muthafuckas sayin' nothin' need to stop them Time to break forth, ain't no goin' back now Movin' on for the better things that's my profile Uproar uncontrollably make you say (Spanish word) (Line in Spanish) Creates so soul sonically makin' you bounce your Energetic created terror shakin' your dance halls One in a million with the mission, bringin' in back, raw Talent on the mic will excite better than dropped bras Anybody lost follow the source of course BEP the family bringin' you the strongest force Bridgin' it on every angle and make ya (dance) From the mic Apl De Ap is on demand (Chorus) (Taboo) Me and microphone go like source for me and warn My delivery is news like paper on the lawn When it's on then it's on step on stage and perform If you're scared then step off, cuz your pride be all gone If it's time that you leave, go ahead then proceed If it's skills that ya lack Take twenty steps back It's a slap you will get If you try and disrespect The crew is the Peas And we bout to do the next Es asi, si asi Musica es para mi Para ti, (??) Para homie y mujer Asi es, eso es hora si, (??) Mira me, voy hacer (??) que vas a conocerdo Esto es, all for you Spanish tongue you're speakin' to Makin' moves, makin' moves Angry Foot is makin' moves Makin' moves, makin' moves Black Eyed Peas is makin' moves |
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Kimmy kim kimmy kim kimmy kim kimmy kim Why don't ya take it to the place we're fillin' the skylight we'll be fillin' in the skylight Check it out We be for connection to Everything from calypso to Hip hop down to a bee bop Now come rock slip slide to mine B boy niggaz are gonna push butt Rock n roll brothas are bound serve it up Got the leak so put the peas on turf So get your waterproof walkman and go surf John mcenroe get the kids all wacky Jamal anderson look he's from back in The day now he runnin' over niggaz for the fightin' Instead of lookin' over all y'all brothas from the balcony But we constructin' the bridge So y'all could come and visit This goes out to every pea that exists How we doin' it Yo it's like this We bridging the gaps We brought a lil' somethin' to Start bridging the gaps We brought a lil' somethin' to Start bridging the gaps We brought a lil' somethin' to Start bridging the gaps And it goes like We direct revolutionizing new concepts Emergining binaries to prove success Stereotypical they won't get it We breakin' the barriers some sonic shit LA to kingston to london bridge New york to germany to brooklyn bridge Also my people in the golden gate bridge Innovators creatin' new rich Got them skate kids sayin' Got them brothas sayin' Got the whole south sayin' Got them chulos sayin' Every type of people be feelin' my section Cuz we be expandin' to a wider selection Now this goes out to everything that exists Yo how we doin' it do it like this C'mon We bridging the gaps We brought a lil' somethin' to Start bridging the gaps We brought a lil' somethin' to Start bridging the gaps We brought a lil' somethin' to Start bridging the gaps And it goes like Legacy must live on Make sure the must live on that the see is must live on Make sure that the crazy is strong Make sure that the gap is wide Supply the future that we provide Won't commit and just go inside Give me room so i can dip and dap Show you how we hypnotize Angry foot is gonna tell you why We built this bridge for the people in the park We built this bridge for the dummies in the dark And we built this bridge for the children in the light We built this bridge for the skeezers with sight And we built this bridge for my brothas that are blind We built this bridge for the ones that use their mind And we built this bridge for everybody For everybody We bridging the gaps We brought a lil' somethin' to Start bridging the gaps We brought a lil' somethin' to Start bridging the gaps We brought a lil' somethin' to Start bridging the gaps And it goes like We bridging the gaps Start bridging the gaps Start bridging the gaps Start bridging the gaps Start bridging the gaps Start bridging the gaps Start bridging the gaps Start bridging the gaps |
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Party People
Let's have a good time Let's keep it bumpin' Go, go get funky Let's keep it movin' Let's make it hoppin' Go, go get funky Alright, we about to set it off now You know, The Black Eyed Peas be comin' with power We full, 'bout to help you let it all out Take this line-icle river, keep it bouncity bounce Okay, I see a lot of people around Today, we gonna show you how we get down Come on, pull out the radio for the sound The town, we been waitin' for, shakin' the ground The ground, the ground you best believe will get shook And a group, is gonna catch a fire cause what? We burn, we burn the switch straight to the floor We doin' it to you, be like don't do it no more It's for real, plus everybody's dressed up to kill I see a lot of ladies in a satin so ill Yo Will, (what?) get the mic and perform (okay) Everybody's been waitin' for the Peas to get on [Chorus] Party People Let's have a good time Let's keep it bumpin' Go, go get funky Let's keep it movin' Let's make it hoppin' Go, go get funky Step into our dream, why don't you freak Let your body speak, socialize Get down, let your soul lead the way Break it down, go ladies, it's a livin' thing Love like this, okay Now that you up and free, do what you feel, just rock We about to run through your block Dishin' out the Peas so you know that we hot ??Oi, vey,??that's what the Selenas will say They askin' if the Jimmy could come out and play Uh huh, my brothers could collaborate strong Uh, huh, so everything we had could last long Perform, abilities to make up a bump Ba bump, we makin' radio speakers bump We got frequencies to blow up your trunk in You wantin' some more of this somethin' You ain't getting' nothin' 'til you shake your bump in Go go get funky, just jump in 'Cause the Black Eyed Pease will bring the action Everlasting satisfaction Radioactive highway action System overload, heavily maxim' [Chorus x2] Party People Let's have a good time Let's keep it bumpin' Go, go get funky Let's keep it movin' Let's make it hoppin' Go, go get funky (Twist) twist and turn, Turn your body, your body's feelin' this hip hop Everybody say, ??rock it don't stop it??(rock it don't stop it) Say, ??rock it don't stop it??(rock it don't stop it) Say, ??ichi, ni, san, shi??(ichi, ni, san, shi) Say, ??wild style??(wild style) Say, ??G-O B-E-P??(G-O B-E-P) Say, ??Black??(Black), ??Eyed??(Eyed), ??Peas" (Peas) [Chorus x2] Party People Let's have a good time Let's keep it bumpin' Go, go get funky Let's keep it movin' Let's make it hoppin' Go, go get funky |
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[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 |
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I know I'm not the only one that's filling the void Creatively hip hop is being destroyed A lot of rappers really need to be unemployed because the topics that them talk about has got me annoyed You see I heard it all before there's no need to repeat it The forms I vacated might as well delete it Put your program in and open a new file You shoulda took your record advance and bought a style We the only crew that came original while a lot of other brothers just mimic the pile The pile that's only designed for pop charts that contradicts thought that's the reason we brought it back cause honestly it lack stalent and creativity in fact these are symptoms to somethin that's wack And your system senseless to witness that So baby if you wanna we gon' speak on it We gon' tell the world why hip hop is haunted Money is a drug and MC's is on it We gon' take it back to the days of Mantronix Yo we bringin it back Check it out cause we bringin it back All DJ crews that's cuttin bringin it back We bringin it back All b boys breakin and bustin bringin it back We bringin it back I'ma do the cabbage patch to solidify we bringin it back Black Eyed Peas straight bringin it back check it out Y'all your rhymes ain't ready you dead like Kenny Approachin on the mic soundin hefty lustin for them pennies Far too many MC's wanna praise they Bentley's Yo we breakin it down with the art DJ and breakin up on the chart MC's pull out your mic rip it apart Writers hit up the wall put up your mark and Set get ready hold yourself steady Tryin to make a turn like Aunt Betty Sharp on the mic and slice like a machete Feelin the beat real deep down to my belly Back in the essence rhyme with the reasons Too many MC lost the true meanin Hip Hop bringin it back with the feelin Y'all we're bringin it back with the feelin So love me if you wanna but I'ma speak on it I'ma tell the world why hip hop is haunted Money is a drug and MC's is on it We gon' take it back to the days of Soulsonic Yo we bringin it back Check it out yo we bringin it back All DJ crews that's cuttin bringin it back We bringin it back All b boys breakin and bustin bringin it back We bringin it back I'ma do the cabbage patch to solidify we bringin it back Black Eyed Peas straight bringin it back yo we bringin it back Check it out look we bringin it back All DJ's scratchin and cuttin bringin it back We bringin it back All b girls breakin and bustin bringin it back We bringin it back I'ma do the running man to solidify we bringin it back Black Eyed Peas steady bringin it back check it out |
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Everybody gather 'round, this is a test Dancin', dancin', dancin', dancin' Dancin', dancin', dancin', dancin' Dancin', dancin', dancin', dancin' Dancin', dancin', dancin', dancin' (Will) Yo, you and you, you and you and you All of y'all invited to come kick it with my crew I get you all excited if I tell you what we do Just come along and tell everybody no matter who Spread the word, by the chitter chat And go like this, and kinda go like that It's taking place inside and outside In your house, in your ride Gotta get it, get it right And that's the way it went It's only evident And the music's been sent To move your ligament Show you down to us C'mon baby shake that thang We ain't tryin' to hold nobody back Tell your mama come Tell your papa come Tell your brother come Tell your sister come Tell your cousin come Tell your homie come Cuz y'all can come along Nigga come along Tell your mama come Tell your papa come Tell your brother come Tell your sister come Tell your cousin come Tell your homie come Cuz they can come along Really y'all can come along (Apl De Ap) This is an invitation So gather up your crew We goin' on a mission Provided by the who (who) The three amigos Doin' our way like Carlitto's I'm seein' Se?ritas Send some me the Se?ritos So grab her by the hand And make her feel the jam It's like a salsa dance Hotter than some desert sands So baby sway Dilate me like my people Come and unify The reason this we are equal And if you're feelin' down We're here to pick you up You can shake it off Baby just tell me what's up Let me help you out Or you can turn your back We don't wanna hold nobody back Tell your mama come Tell your papa come Tell your brother come Tell your sister come Tell your cousin come Tell your homie come Cuz they can come along Hey y'all can come along Tell your mama come Tell your papa come Tell your brother come Tell your sister come Tell your cousin come Tell your homie come Cuz they can come along All of y'all can come along And join in the fun Come along and join in the fun Come along and join in the fun Come along c' c' We gonna be Dancin', dancin', dancin', dancin' Dancin', dancin', dancin', dancin' Dancin', dancin', dancin', dancin' Dancin', dancin', dancin', dancin' (Taboo) (Speaking in Spanish) (Will) Yo, my man Taboo Look they don't understand Why don't you flip it up And switch it back to English man (Taboo) Well come all of y'all To our festival The emotion is Like a carnival Music all the around The world is gettin' down Everyone's aight And they dig the sound So my chicharon in saturated fat We ain't tryin' to hold nobody back Tell your mama come Tell your papa come Tell your brother come Tell your sister come Tell your cousin come Tell your homie come Cuz they can come along All of y'all can come along |
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Pick up the phone call up the line Call up the re-quest line Call up the line Call up the re-quest line Nana nana nananana na na nana nana So call up the line Get down wit, down wit us (Chorus) (Macy Gray) This is a re-quest Mr. Radio Man Just one desire from a hip-hop fan Hey Dj (your on the line girl) Hey Dj (On the request line girl) Play the record by my favorite band I like to hear my favorite song on the radio So I called and requested on the radio Tell the DJ spin it on the mix show Make a brother feel like im down at the disco And we gonna keep it going like crisco Cuz the DJ grab the record by the fist full by the crate full, and we greatful When you hear the stuff of records get a tasteful (Last night the DJ saved my life) Cuz of the collection of the records he saved To the direction of the record we swayed And all night through the session we stayed (Hook) Cuz you know you got the feeling (All right) Good god got the feeling (All right) Touch the ceiling when I'm feelin (All right now) And I be feelin (All right) Dont stop keep it goin now come on (Chorus) (Macy Gray) This is a re-quest Mr. Radio Man Just one desire from a hip-hop fan Hey DJ (your on the line girl) Hey DJ (On the request line girl) Play the record by my favorite band Turn table lets bless me on my stereo Play my favorite song on my stereo Like Macy Gray, Roots, and D'Angelo Mos Def, Flay Nubience, and De La Soul I like them cuts with the soul and original Never afraid to be creative on your radio Spin my jam when im cruisin down the bario Turn my audio up, create a party yo (Hey DJ would you play ma song) And get ma rock get ma roll get ma hip-hop on And (I'm dancin) all day all night Gimme some inside, make me feel hot inside (Hook) (All right) Got me feelin (All right) Got me feelin (All right) Got me feelin (All right) all shots down (All right) got me wanna get down all night (All night) All right now (Chorus) (Macy Gray) This is a re-quest Mr. Radio Man Just one desire from a hip-hop fan Hey DJ (your on the line girl) Hey DJ (On the request line girl) Play the record by my favorite band Jump up enjoy the sound Show everybody how just how you get down Get loose now, get down Everybody everybody have a good time 2x Last night a DJ saved my life (Fading effects) (Chorus) 3x |
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