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(oooooooh)(la la la la la)
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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| 2. |
| 4:55 |
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You gotta keep it on the positive
Na, na, na... Nowadays it′s hard to make a livin but easy to make a killin ′cause People walk around one just one itchy feelin I feel nauseated from your evil drug dealin, bless feelin The definition of top billin It′s ill the my vocabulary Diggin your life style scary No wonder why you carry a two, to retaliate Tryin to annihilate The one a two annihilate you They got some dude just to get you bugged Really y′all, this shit is all out of whack You can go out at night yet you won′t come back And this verse that I′m kickin some might take it personal And come out and get me, but worst of all These rap fans are taking these shit serious It ain′t New York versus L.A. ′Cause really it′s hip-hop, not a big ole′ problem Now let′s see what we could do to solve them (Solve them...) Na, na, na... We gotta keep it on the positive (Positive...) Na, na, na... We must keep it on the positive (Posivive...) Lucifer′s got your little mind twisted ′Cause God once gave you the meaning of life and you missed it You′ve been listed in the devil′s books Livin the life of crooks and hoes and in such and such All that shit, that don′t mean much You got one hand on your gat while your genitals are being touched Livin the life that′s plushed and glamourus Drunk and high with your little soul′s crushed Don′t you know that life is a mirage I keep myself sober so my soul is camouflaged If the devil cannot see me tell me how can he attack me If he can′t grasp a hold tell me how can he try to snatch me I ain′t talking about the white man, the black man or a Jew man ′Cause the devil can exist in every human Look how Biggie went out, and Tupac went out And Martin, and Malcolm, and Kennedy, and ?Squeek? And Adam, and Rene, and so on, and so on... Na, na, na... We gotta keep it on the positive (Positive...) Na, na, na... We gotta keep it on the positive (Posivive...) Even though we got problems We gotta find some way to solve ′em I hope you come and follow me now (Keep it on the positive) Even though we got problems I hope you find some way to solve ′em (Solve ′em...) (Keep it on the positive) P-O-S-I-T-I-V-I-T-Y (2x) We′re currently located over the Los Angeles scene While you see a lot of niggas perpetrating like they′re kings With this so-called God complex But when I see they mind they only see checks So let′s get our heads together Let′s form a foul weather Proclaim against perpetrators Well said, Alligator Our realm, no perpetrator A society choose the elevator Of success by identity cross-fader Complex thinking they′re really much greater Plain raw, harness all, maybe rough radar Tough enough to perpetrate, I talk to you later But wait, what about that midget brains Unable to see reality too unreal I′m sealed with mind, body and soul Connected together, we tougher than leather We much more than you think we are We are the product of our on environment repent With equality, plus durality And taken all kind of posibilities (...bilities) I sing the song from the soul Let it rise from the tone Let it rhythmically grow Into it′s own life Let it become you Then you become it Once you become it everything will be infinite Will be infinite, will be infinite, will be infinite... We much more than you think we are We are the product of our on environment repent With equality, plus durality And taken all kind of posibility I sing the song from the soul Let it rise from the tone Let it rhythmically grow Into it′s own life Let it become you Then you become it Once you become it everything will be infinite Will be infinite, will be infinite, will be infinite... |
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