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And the base keep's runnin' runnin' and runnin' runnin' and runnin' runnin' and runnin' runnin' and runnin' runnin' and runnin' runnin' and runnin' runnin' and runnin' 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 Everybody everybody let's get into it Get stupid Get it retarded get it retarded get it retarded Let's get retarded ha Let's get retarded in here Let's get retarded ha Let's get retarded in here Let's get retarted ha Let's get retarted in here Let's get retarted ha Let's get retarted 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' Everybody everybody let's get into it Get stupid Get it retarded get it retarded get it retarded Let's get retarded ha Let's get retarded in here Let's get retarded ha Let's get retarded in here Let's get retarted ha Let's get retarted in here Let's get retarted ha Let's get retarted in here Yeah Runnin' runnin' and runnin' runnin' Come on ya'll let's get Ooh hoo A ha let's get ooh hoo in here ooh hoo a ha let's get ooh hoo in here ooh hoo a ha let's get ooh hoo in here ow ow ow ya ya ya ya ya 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 pregnant let's get hectic Everybody everybody let's get into it Get stupid Get it retarded get it retarded get it retarded Let's get retarded ha Let's get retarded in here Let's get retarded ha Let's get retarded in here Let's get retarted ha Let's get retarted in here Let's get retarted ha Let's get retarted in here Ooh hoo A ha ooh hoo in here Ooh hoo A ha ooh hoo in here Ooh hoo A ha ooh hoo in here ow ow ow 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' |
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Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama Get on the floor and move your booty mama We the blast masters blastin′ up the drumma (REEEEEEEWIIIIIIND) Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty Shake that thing like the city of Sin, and Hey shorty, I know you want a party and the way your body lookin make me really feel naughty Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty Shake that thing like the city of Sin, and Hey shorty, I know you want a party and the way your body lookin at me really feel naughty 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 new The true niggers know that the peas come thru We never cease(Naaaw), we never die no we never decease (Naaaw) We multiply like we mathematice And then drop bombs like we in the middle east (The bomb bombas, the base ball drummas) Now y′all know, who we are y′all know, we the stars Steady rockin′ all of y′alls boulevards And, lookin′ hard without bodyguards (I do) what I can (Follow you)will.i.am And still I stand, with still mic in hand (So come on mama, dance to the drama) Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama (hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama (yaw)we the blast mastas blastin′ up the drumma (hey)so shake your bumbuma, come on now mama this that shit that make you groove, mama (gotta)get on the floor and move your booty mama (yaw)we the blast mastas blastin′ up the jamma (wo)(la la la la la) We the big town stompas, and big sound pumpas The beat bump bumps all in your trunk trunkas The girlies in the club got the plump plump plumpas And when I′m makin′ love, ya my hip hump humps It never quits(Naaaaw) no need to carry 9mm clips(Naaaw) Dont wanna squeeze trigger, just wanna squeeze tits (lubaluba)cause we the show stoppas And the chief rockas, number one chief rockas Now y′all knaw, who we are y′all knaw, we the stars Steady rockin′ all of y′alls boulevards How we rockin′ it girl, without body guards she be, Fergie, from the cool B.E.P., come and take heed, as we take the lead (so come on papa, dance to the drumma) Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama (yaw)get on the floor and move your booty mama (wo)we the blast mastas blastin′ up the drumma (Naaaw, Naaaw) Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty Shake that thing like the city of Sin, and Hey shorty, I know you wanna party and the way your body lookin make me really feel nauuughty But the race is not, for the swift But who really can, take control of it And tippa irie and the black eyed peas will be thhhheeerre til infinity, til infinity, til infinity, til infinity, til infinity Tippa is onuunuut Nosa dima shock, nosa dima ting everytime you see them i hear, bling bling O waka ting, pure mockaling grinding, and winding and the madda be moving in a perfect timing and we dance and dance to the dancehall rythym and we′re really to nice, it finga lickin′ like rice and peas and chicken stuffing Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama (hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama (yaw)we the blast mastas blastin′ up the drumma (wo)so shake your bambama, come on now mama this that shit that make you groove, mama (gotta)get on the floor and move your booty mama (yaw)we the blast mastas blastin′ up the drumma (la la la la la [fade]) |
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Just shut up Shut up [3x] Shut it up, just shut up Shut up Just shut up Shut up [3x] Shut it up, just shut up [Chorus] We try to take it slow But we're still losin control And we try to make it work But it still isn't the worst And I'm craaazzzy For tryin to be your laaadddy I think I'm goin crazy Girl, me and you were just fine (you know) We wine and dine Did them things that couples do when in love (you know) Walks on the beach and stuff (you know) Things that lovers say and do I love you boo, I love you too I miss you a lot, I miss you even more That's why I flew you out When we was on tour But then something got out of hand You start yellin when I'm with my friends Even though I had legitimate reasons (bull shit) You know I have to make them evidence (bull shit) How could you trust our private lives girl That's why you don't believe my lies And quit this lecture [Chorus] Why does he know she gotta move so fast Love is progress if you could make it last Why is it that you just lose control Every time you agree on takin it slow So why does it got to be so damn tough Cuz fools in lust could never get enough of love Showin him the love that you be givin Changing up your livin For a lovin transistion Girl lip so much she tryin to get you to listen Few mad at each other has become our tradition You yell, I yell, everybody yells Got neighbors across the street sayin 밯ho the hell?!??br>Who the hell? What the hell's going down? Too much of the bickering Kill it with the sound and [Chorus] Girl our love is dyin Why can't you stop tryin I never been a quitah But I do deserve betta Believe me I will do bad Let's forget the past And let's start this new plan Why? Cuz it's the same old routine And then next week I hear them scream Girl I know you're tired of the things they say You're damn right Cuz I heard them lame dame excuses just yesterday That was a different thing No it ain't That was a different thing No it ain't That was a different thing It was the same damn thing Same ass excuses Boy you're usless Whhoooaaaa [Chorus] Stop the talking baby Or I start walking baby Is that all there is [repeat] Black Eyed Peas Title: The Apl Song Album: Elephunk [SPONSOR] [Chorus in Tagalog] Lapit mga kaibigan at makinig kayo Ako'y padadalang, balita galing sa bayan ko Yaung pamamahagi ang mga kuento Ng manga pangyayaring ganaganap Sa lupang pinangako [English Translation:] (Come together and listen I brought news from my native land 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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What's wrong with the world, mama People livin' like they ain't got no mamas I think the whole world addicted to the drama Only attracted to things that'll bring you trauma Overseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism But we still got terrorists here livin' In the USA, the big CIA The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK But if you only have love for your own race Then you only leave space to discriminate And to discriminate only generates hate And when you hate then you're bound to get irate, yeah Badness is what you demonstrate And that's exactly how anger works and operates Nig, you gotta have love just to set it straight Take control of your mind and meditate Let your soul gravitate to the love, y'all, y'all People killin', people dyin' Children hurt and hear them cryin' Can you practice what you preach And would you turn the other cheek Father, Father, Father help us Send us some guidance from above 'Cause people got me, got me questionin' Where is the love (Love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love The love, the love It just ain't the same, always unchanged New days are strange, is the world insane If love and peace is so strong Why are there pieces of love that don't belong Nations droppin' bombs Chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little ones With the ongoin' sufferin' as the youth die young So ask yourself is the lovin' really gone So I could ask myself really what is goin' wrong In this world that we livin' in people keep on givin' in Makin' wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends Not respectin' each other, deny thy brother A war is goin' on but the reason's undercover The truth is kept secret, it's swept under the rug If you never know truth then you never know love Where's the love, y'all, come on (I don't know) Where's the truth, y'all, come on (I don't know) Where's the love, y'all People killin', people dyin' Children hurt and hear themcryin' Can you practice what you preach And would you turn the other cheek Father, Father, Father help us Send us some guidance from above 'Cause people got me, got me questionin' Where is the love (Love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love The love, the love I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder As I'm gettin' older, y'all, people gets colder Most of us only care about money makin' Selfishness got us followin' our own direction Wrong information always shown by the media Negative images is the main criteria Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria Kids act like what they see in the cinema Yo', whatever happened to the values of humanity Whatever happened to the fairness in equality Instead in spreading love we spreading animosity Lack of understanding, leading lives away from unity That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' under That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' down There's no wonder why sometimes I'm feelin' under Gotta keep my faith alive to lovers bound People killin', people dyin' Children hurt and hear them cryin' Can you practice what you preach And would you turn the other cheek Father, Father, Father help us Send us some guidance from above 'Cause people got me, got me questionin' Where is the love (Love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love) |
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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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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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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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Watch out Ain′t no running from Karma, and no running Ain′t no running from Karma, and no running [Repeat] I′m the caboose of the wrong doings you produce The wild tail of the tornado running loose You tie the noose, I kick the chair I′m the cinai that snatch your life while you gasp for air The echo of the ″Fuck you″ that boomerangs to hurt your loved ones The thief that took your son, held by ransom The pervert that raped your wife The hand that held the knife that took your life You shot Tupac and Biggie Now I′m coming after you like V-W-X-Y-Z This is cause and effect, the dominal effect The ″What goes up, must come down″ effect You hopin, though, that you had a hand in doin the doin The conclusion of the evil that you ended and start pursuing Ain′t no running from Karma, and no running Ain′t no running from Karma, and no running [Repeat] This is the payback from the past You threw me down like I was just a piece of trash You gave me cash every week just enough to live But didn′t get what I deserved instead I was deceived Still young and didn′t know about this in the street Of the acts, so crass and shady Don′t crush your dreamshow and your whole entity Subliminally you′re on the hire from a slavery Remember that ″What goes around, comes around″ God is watching you and evrything that you do Do you remember everything that you did before The way the bad action opens cosmic door I′ma leave it up to God what he got for you I′ma leave it up to Him what he got for me And he′s watching you Yeah, yeah Watch out Ain′t no running from Karma, and no running Ain′t no running from Karma, and no running [Repeat] Yeah, yeah, you can′t run away (No, no, no) You know, it′s gonna get ya (Yeah, yeah, yeah) And don′t ignore it (No, no, no) You know why, it′s gonna get ya (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, you can′t run away (No, no, no) It′s gonna get ya (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Don′t ignore it (No, no, no) It′s gonna get ya (Yeah, yeah, yeah) ′Cause one way or another It′s gonna find ya It′s gonna get ya-get ya-get ya-get ya One way or another It′s gonna find ya It′s gonna get ya-get ya-get ya-get ya One way or another It′s gonna find ya It′s gonna get ya-get ya-get ya-get ya One way or another It′s gonna find ya It′s gonna get ya-get ya-get ya-get ya Yeah, yeah, nigga Ain′t no running from Karma, and no running Ain′t no running from Karma, and no running [Repeat] Yeah, yeah Watch out Can′t run away (No, no, no) It′s gonna get ya (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Don′t ignore it (No, no, no) It′s gonna get ya (Yeah, yeah, yeah) You can′t run away (No, no, no) It′s gonna get ya (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Don′t ignore it (No, no, no) It′s gonna get ya (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ain′t no running from Karma, and no running Ain′t no running from Karma, and no running [Repeat] Yeah, yeah, good God |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah A freaky-dicky yo (All the time baby) A freaky-dicky yo (All the time baby) A freaky-dicky yo (All the time baby) A freaky-dicky yo (All the time baby) Uh, how you feelin' y'all (I'm feelin' fine) Uh, how you feelin' y'all (I'm feelin' fine) Uh, how you feelin' y'all (I'm feelin' fine) Uh, how you feelin' y'all (I'm feelin' fine) A freaky-dicky yo (All the time baby) A freaky-dicky yo (All the time baby) Uh, how you feelin' y'all (I'm feelin' fine) Uh, how you feelin' y'all (I'm feelin' fine) Yo, this is the way it's goin' down We come in compound releasin' double-rounds in hound Like Keith Senses you defend techniques and on match When I begin to draw back, cover up your cardiac Cause I'm a rush ya, when I penetrate feel the pressure The critical perfectionist, rhythmic expressionist We comin' deadly y'all ever in And you'll be scared to pick the mic up again Lyrically you on the level of Green, Eggs and Ham Your best bet is fold 'cause I gots a bigger hand Plus I'm steppin' like a monster so go-go and scram You ain't experienced, you lucky if you ride the ambulance Cause when you dealin' with fool Will is quite fatal Shape-shiftin' rubbers like Play Dough Your rhymes are anal and we ain't got no time to play No games, put the mic down, boy, try not to say no More than rhymes 'cause you duplicate like Kinkos You're a carbon copy with the wrinkles You actin' like a nigga that be rhymin' in a Pringle commercial But you can wear it in rehearsal [Chorus:] No need to front, that's what it is I gotta get into you Oh, I'm gonna show you what it is I wanna get into you Strong communicator called the Black Eyed Peas Hard illustrator co-coordinate with ease And duplicator crew, we put 'em all on freeze Lock 'em in the cell, then throw away the keys Another lost identity in disease Entity with a so-called MC enemies Will decrease when I step into your sceneries Of course now you off course lost up in the source I'm running out of time, this no time for no scrimmage Aristorate the diamonds and replace it with the real image Picture that, I know where I'm at I know where I'm going and I'll be back With a stronger impact lyrics be intact Get you intoxicated when black attack With the full-force pressure, hard to measure On a rated scale whack MC's won't prevail On a dream of makin' dream braggin' about infrared beams But it seems all they really pullin' is pullin' them schemes I take it back to the essence of hip-hop Never will I stop with my beat-box Can you feel it Hmm, I gotta get into you Oh, I'm gonna show you what it is I wanna get into you [Chorus: Repeat x2] |
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I'm hard to handle like bikes with no bars
We excite stores that got dikes leaving stores Unlock the heated 'cause they know when I sex well Left them breathless now they're waiting to exhale Waiting to exhale with some competition So come in and test well The next one gets hung and chip of a chisel I'm making chicks' nipples sizzle There's no question to the way I rip the riddle I'm awesome, I bring on monsoon when I bloom and blossom And run over niggas like opossums Froze on the road with my bike on they (?) Man I'm warning ya, look, the Black Eyed Peas is formin up Ring the rhyming dope that's made up of razor blades Put the slice and let nice and easy humble days On out, over, well known Casanova Can I put on an army, quick to take it over Nine on my niggas, count all my figures Money on the street went entertainment Nowadays brothers are getting paid doing nothing Reciting the same line with the lame rhymes Frontin rappers actin like their powers over ?run em baka? They quick to go pop But when it's time to fiend for the green they flop We do it from the heart like blood Create rhymes like that flood, and blow up like a scud Miss out (Ha) You can bop your head like this (Ha) When we're dropping bombs like this (Ha) You can bop your head to this (Ha) When we're dropping bombs like this (Ha) You can bop your head like this (Ha) When we're dropping bombs like this (Ha) You can bop your head to this (Ha) Now check it out like La-la-la-la-la... La-la-la-la-la... My Flowation over tracks matching like no other disciples Rythmical action satisfaction brought to you by 'APL' Alligator now, 'bout to take you on a lyrical voyage Embarrass your form, I Recite, True ready fat The Alligat is on the move I rhyme to be exact, not exactly on the groove Savoire plus kinetic, My feet energetic when we set it You wonder why, we put our frames (bodies) on Calisthenics So check out the theory, I'm lickin'(shooting) off misery Supply you with remedies for all these sick whack MC's They sickest on lyrics, now time to go to work Dissintegrate the ignorant, Or shall I say the Jerks time to motivate now, Dig right to the Core All this sickens me, but I'll still rip it raw With the composition, with the position on steady I'm ready for the mission if he's still actin' Shitty Converse you with the energy enemy I focus on ya Every styles you make I will take and break in front of ya Iradicate your presence, You'll get replaced by my essence And sentenced to the bottomless pits that we produce Reduce negativity, Abilities are used To bruise up your brain with lyrics (Ungh, ungh, ahh, uh, aarggh, ah, ahh, uhh) You can bop your head like this (Ha) When we're dropping bombs like this (Ha) You can bop your head to this (Ha) When we're dropping bombs like this (Ha) You can bop your head like this (Ha) When we're dropping bombs like this (Ha) You can bop your head to this (Ha) Now check it out like La-la-la-la-la... La-la-la-la-la... This is who we is a 3-D, can he get back from where we enter Lovely entertainment's what we enter Feel the force, where we enter like Splinter Black Eyed Peas be the fools that'll injure Whole career and your body will be injured Get dealt quick, and I got one for, uh How you like me now W-I double L rippin up a style That's cool and calm, we droppin a bomb And you can nod your head to the rhythm where we are Some whole new (uh) that's well improved When I'm over 'cause you know I'ma relax in a rule That soothes your body, really really hardcore Double-double Ta-ta for a while or for raw Tap-a-tap a skill, it's the whip appeal then APL-APL coming-coming in with (?) Let's rock this set exceed to terminate Time to eliminate the whack that you create Arm atticulate, when I circulate over tracks Let me get down and just relax We gettin down y'all We gettin down y'all We gettin down like this We gettin down y'all We gettin down Like this (Ha) You can bop your head to this (Ha) When we're dropping bombs like this (Ha) You can bop your head to this (Ha) When we're dropping bombs like this (Ha) You can bop your head to this (Ha) When we're dropping bombs like this (Ha) You can bop your head to this (Ha) I check it out like |
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