Ha ha ha
Pump it
Ha ha ha
And pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right
Niggas wanna hate on us (who)
Niggas be envious (who)
I know why they hatin' on us (why)
'Cause that's so fabulous (what)
I'm a 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's 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 reppin' it
So, turn me up (turn it up)
Turn me up (turn it up)
Turn me up
C'mon baby, just
Pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
And say, oh oh oh oh
Say, oh oh oh oh
Yo, yo
Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right now
This joint is fizzlin'
It's sizzlin'
Right
(Yo, check this out right here)
Dude wanna hate on us (dude)
Dude needa ease on up (dude)
Dude wanna act on up
But dude get shut like Flava shut (shut 'em 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)
Turn it up (turn it up)
Turn it up
C'mon baby, just
Pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
And say, oh oh oh oh
Say, oh oh oh oh
Yo, yo
Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right now
This joint is fizzlin'
It's sizzlin'
Right
Damn (damn)
Damn (damn)
Damn (damn)
Damn (damn)
Damn (damn)
Apl.de.ap from the Philippines
Live and direct, rocking this scene
Breakin' on down for the B-boys
And B-girls waitin' to do 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-da-da di da
On the stereo
Let those speakers blow your mind
(Blow my mind, baby)
Just let it go, let it go
Here we go
La-da-di-da-da di da (c'mon, we're there)
On the radio
The system's gonna feel so fine
Pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
And say, oh oh oh oh
Say, oh oh oh oh
Yo, yo
Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right now
This joint is fizzlin'
It's sizzlin'
Right
Black Eyed Peas - Monkey Business Album Lyrics
Black Eyed Peas - Monkey Business Lyrics
Writer: Allan Pineda, Nicholas Roubanis, Stacy Ferguson, Thomas Van Musser Szamosi, Will Adams
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Dont Phunk With My Heart
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 (love, love, love, love)
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby? In love, baby (love, love, love, love)
Girl, you know you got me, got me (yeah)
With your pistol shot me, shot me
And I'm here helplessly
In love and nothing can stop me
You can't stop me once I start it
Can't return me 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, have some trustin', trustin'
When I come with 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 (love, love, love, love)
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby? In love, baby (love, love, love, love)
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 Bobby and you'll play Whitney (all along)
If you smoke, I'll smoke too
That's how much I'm in love wit chu
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 hurr?
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
Wha-yeah, check it out
Don't you worry about a thing, baby
'Cause you know you got me by a string, baby
Don't you worry about 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-that, that-that, that, that girl
That-that, that-that, that, that girl
That-that, that-that, that, that girl
That-that, that-that, that, that girl
That-that, that-that, that, that girl
That-that, that-that, that, that girl
No, no, no, no (that-that, that-that, that, that girl)
Don't phunk with my heart (that-that, that-that, that, that girl)
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 (love, love, love, love)
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby? In love, baby (love, love, love, love)
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby? In love, baby (love, love, love, love)
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby? In love, baby (love, love, love, love)
Don't you worry about a thing, baby
'Cause you know you got me by a string, baby
Don't you worry about a thing, baby
'Cause you know you got me by a string, baby
(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 (love, love, love, love)
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby? In love, baby (love, love, love, love)
Girl, you know you got me, got me (yeah)
With your pistol shot me, shot me
And I'm here helplessly
In love and nothing can stop me
You can't stop me once I start it
Can't return me 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, have some trustin', trustin'
When I come with 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 (love, love, love, love)
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby? In love, baby (love, love, love, love)
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 Bobby and you'll play Whitney (all along)
If you smoke, I'll smoke too
That's how much I'm in love wit chu
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 hurr?
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
Wha-yeah, check it out
Don't you worry about a thing, baby
'Cause you know you got me by a string, baby
Don't you worry about 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-that, that-that, that, that girl
That-that, that-that, that, that girl
That-that, that-that, that, that girl
That-that, that-that, that, that girl
That-that, that-that, that, that girl
That-that, that-that, that, that girl
No, no, no, no (that-that, that-that, that, that girl)
Don't phunk with my heart (that-that, that-that, that, that girl)
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 (love, love, love, love)
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby? In love, baby (love, love, love, love)
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby? In love, baby (love, love, love, love)
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby? In love, baby (love, love, love, love)
Don't you worry about a thing, baby
'Cause you know you got me by a string, baby
Don't you worry about a thing, baby
'Cause you know you got me by a string, baby
Writer: Brian George, Cleveland Bell, Curtis Bedeau, George Pajon, Gerard Charles, Hugh Clarke, Kalyanji Anandji, Lucien George Jr., Paul George, Stacy Ferguson, Victor May, Will Adams, Indeewar Indeewar, Prince Lamont Board Priese, INDEEWAR, EDWARD CHARLES, HUGH CLARK, PRINTZ BOARD, CLEVELAND IV BELL
Copyright: Lyrics © HENSTONE MUSIC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © HENSTONE MUSIC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
My Style
[ Featuring Justin Timberlake, Timbaland ]
Lord, have mercy [x7]
[Chorus:]
I know that you like my style [x2]
We came here to turn you out
Everybody in the place get wild
I know that you like my style [x2]
We 'bout to drop it on your ass right now
Everybody in the place get wild
(So what you sayin?)
What's up, what's up with you girl [x2]
What's up, what's up with you boy [x2]
Don't jock, don't jock, baby don't jock me
I drop the hotness, baby watch me
You can't, you can't, no you can't stop me
'Coz I'm a champ on the rep like rocky
And when I spit it trying out at Z rocks me
Got my style trademark with the copy
Right, you know my style is naughty
Right, so don't cock-block me
You like my style when I'm whiling out with my gang
And I gain my fame from doing my damn thing
On a mike and I turn the stage like cocaine
And I bang them thangs like a lover man
[Chorus]
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, turn the beat up
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]
[Taboo in Spanish:]
Te gusta mi estilo(estilo)
Dile a tu tia y tu tio(tio)
Ahi viene Jimmy with the lingo(lingo)
I like to keep my style on singo (singo)
Baby you can call me mijo (mijo)
I make you say "Hay Dios mio"
Tu chocha es todo mio (Ay)
I make it hot for you if it's frio
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 [x2]
What's up, what's up with you boy [x2]
I know that you like my style [x2]
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...
Writer: ALLAN PINEDA, WILL ADAMS, STACY FERGUSON, JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE, THOMAS MUSSER, TIM MOSLEY, NATE HILL
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Dont Lie
Yeah
Uh, huh
La, da, da, da, da
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 gettin' weaker
Probably 'cause my lies just started gettin' deeper
And the reason for my confession is that I learn my lesson
And I really think you have to 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
With your heart like I was the pre-da-tor
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 ya
'Cause what you did to me I did to you
No, no, no, no baby, no, no, no, no don't lie
No, no, no, no, yeah you know, know, know, know you gotta try
What you gonna do when it all comes out
When I'm here to see you, what you're all about
No, no, no, no baby, no, no, no, no don't lie
Yeah you know, know, know, know, you gotta try (stop, st-st-stop, st-st-stop lying)
She said I'm leaving
'Cause 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
Tryin' 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 our emotions are drained
'Cause I lie and I lie and a little lie lie
And now your emotions are drained
No, no, no, no baby, no, no, no, no don't lie (no don't you lie)
No, no, no, no, yeah you know, know, know, know you gotta try (you gotta try, gotta try)
What you gonna do when it all comes out (what you gonna do baby)
When I'm here to see you, what you're all about
No, no, no, no baby, no, no, no, no don't lie
Because you know, know, know, know, you gotta try
Ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Ba da, ba da, ba da, ba da, badabada, badabada, badabada, badabada
Ba da, ba da, ba da, ba da, badabada, badabada, badabada, badabada
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 and pearls
She's the one who makes me feel on top of the world
Still I lie to my girl, I do it
And I lie and I lie and I lie (and then I lie) 'til there's no turning back
I don't know why, and I lie and I lie 'til I don't know who I am
No, no, no, no baby, no, no, no, no don't lie (don't you lie)
No, no, no, no, yeah you know, know, know, know you gotta try (you know, you know, you gotta)
What you gonna do when it all comes out
When I'm here to see you, what you're all about
No, no, no, no baby, no, no, no, no don't lie
No, no, no babe, no, no, no, no (stop, st-st-stop, st-st-stop lying)
Uh, huh
La, da, da, da, da
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 gettin' weaker
Probably 'cause my lies just started gettin' deeper
And the reason for my confession is that I learn my lesson
And I really think you have to 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
With your heart like I was the pre-da-tor
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 ya
'Cause what you did to me I did to you
No, no, no, no baby, no, no, no, no don't lie
No, no, no, no, yeah you know, know, know, know you gotta try
What you gonna do when it all comes out
When I'm here to see you, what you're all about
No, no, no, no baby, no, no, no, no don't lie
Yeah you know, know, know, know, you gotta try (stop, st-st-stop, st-st-stop lying)
She said I'm leaving
'Cause 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
Tryin' 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 our emotions are drained
'Cause I lie and I lie and a little lie lie
And now your emotions are drained
No, no, no, no baby, no, no, no, no don't lie (no don't you lie)
No, no, no, no, yeah you know, know, know, know you gotta try (you gotta try, gotta try)
What you gonna do when it all comes out (what you gonna do baby)
When I'm here to see you, what you're all about
No, no, no, no baby, no, no, no, no don't lie
Because you know, know, know, know, you gotta try
Ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Ba da, ba da, ba da, ba da, badabada, badabada, badabada, badabada
Ba da, ba da, ba da, ba da, badabada, badabada, badabada, badabada
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 and pearls
She's the one who makes me feel on top of the world
Still I lie to my girl, I do it
And I lie and I lie and I lie (and then I lie) 'til there's no turning back
I don't know why, and I lie and I lie 'til I don't know who I am
No, no, no, no baby, no, no, no, no don't lie (don't you lie)
No, no, no, no, yeah you know, know, know, know you gotta try (you know, you know, you gotta)
What you gonna do when it all comes out
When I'm here to see you, what you're all about
No, no, no, no baby, no, no, no, no don't lie
No, no, no babe, no, no, no, no (stop, st-st-stop, st-st-stop lying)
Writer: Will Adams, Allan Pineda, Jaime Gomez, Ricky Walters, Stacy Ferguson, Chris Peters, Drew Peters
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Capitol CMG Publishing, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Capitol CMG Publishing, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
My Humps
Whatcha gon' 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 iceys
Dolce & Gabbana
Fendi and that Donna
Karan they be sharin'
All their money got me wearing fly
Gear but I ain't askin'
They say they love my ass in
Seven Jeans, True Religion
I say no but they keep givin'
So I keep on takin'
And no I ain't taken
We can keep on datin'
Now keep on demonstratin'
My love (love), my love, my love, my love (love)
You love my lady lumps (love)
My hump, my hump, my hump (love)
My humps they got you
She's got me spending
Oh, spending all your money on me
And spending time on me
She's got me spending
Oh, spending all your money on me
On-on me, on me
Whatcha gon' 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
Whatcha gon' do with all that ass
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream
'Cause of my hump (hump), my hump, my hump, my hump (what?)
My hump, my hump, my hump (hump), my lovely lady lumps
Check it out
I met a girl down at the disco
She said, "Hey, hey, hey, yeah, let's go"
I could be ya baby, you could be my honey
Let's spend time not money
And mix your milk with my coco puff
Milky, milky coco
Mix your milk with my coco puff
Milky, milky
Right
They say I'm really sexy
The boys they wanna sex me
They always standin' next to me
Always dancin' next to me
Tryin' to feel my hump, hump
Lookin' at my lump, lump
You can look but you can't touch it
If you 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 tryin' to 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 (lump)
My lovely lady lumps my lovely lady lumps (lump)
In the back and in the front
(Lump) My loving got you
She's got me spending
Oh, spending all your money on me
And spending time on me
She's got me spending
Oh, spending all your money on me
On-on me, on me
Whatcha gon' 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
Whatcha gon' do with all that ass
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream
Whatcha gon' 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
Whatcha gon' 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 spending
Oh, spending all your money on me
And spending time on me
She's got me spending
Oh, spending all your money on me
On-on me, on me
So real (so real), so real (so real)
So real (so real), so real (so real)
So real (so real), so real (so real)
So real (so real), so real (so real)
So real (so real), so real (so real)
So real (so real), so real (so real)
So real (so real), so real (so real)
So real (so real), so real (so real)
So real (so real)
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 iceys
Dolce & Gabbana
Fendi and that Donna
Karan they be sharin'
All their money got me wearing fly
Gear but I ain't askin'
They say they love my ass in
Seven Jeans, True Religion
I say no but they keep givin'
So I keep on takin'
And no I ain't taken
We can keep on datin'
Now keep on demonstratin'
My love (love), my love, my love, my love (love)
You love my lady lumps (love)
My hump, my hump, my hump (love)
My humps they got you
She's got me spending
Oh, spending all your money on me
And spending time on me
She's got me spending
Oh, spending all your money on me
On-on me, on me
Whatcha gon' 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
Whatcha gon' do with all that ass
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream
'Cause of my hump (hump), my hump, my hump, my hump (what?)
My hump, my hump, my hump (hump), my lovely lady lumps
Check it out
I met a girl down at the disco
She said, "Hey, hey, hey, yeah, let's go"
I could be ya baby, you could be my honey
Let's spend time not money
And mix your milk with my coco puff
Milky, milky coco
Mix your milk with my coco puff
Milky, milky
Right
They say I'm really sexy
The boys they wanna sex me
They always standin' next to me
Always dancin' next to me
Tryin' to feel my hump, hump
Lookin' at my lump, lump
You can look but you can't touch it
If you 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 tryin' to 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 (lump)
My lovely lady lumps my lovely lady lumps (lump)
In the back and in the front
(Lump) My loving got you
She's got me spending
Oh, spending all your money on me
And spending time on me
She's got me spending
Oh, spending all your money on me
On-on me, on me
Whatcha gon' 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
Whatcha gon' do with all that ass
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream
Whatcha gon' 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
Whatcha gon' 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 spending
Oh, spending all your money on me
And spending time on me
She's got me spending
Oh, spending all your money on me
On-on me, on me
So real (so real), so real (so real)
So real (so real), so real (so real)
So real (so real), so real (so real)
So real (so real), so real (so real)
So real (so real), so real (so real)
So real (so real), so real (so real)
So real (so real), so real (so real)
So real (so real), so real (so real)
So real (so real)
Writer: Will Adams, David Payton, James Mccants
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., BMG Rights Management
Like That
(Wow we're in Stereo)
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 Will is 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 the form of Black Eyed Peas
So watch it watch it be mindful of the speakers please
Coz they gonna rumble and shake the ground
Break atoms, break the sound
Feel 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'm known to cook a nigga like charcoal
Steady jumpin' round like it's heavy cargo
(Can I kick it?) Yup, really far though
From El Segundo 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
Kobe showed the classic example
Now they know the Peas collect the dough
So they knocking on the door like we "Wells 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 herb but I'm still real nice with the verse
So f*ck (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 of Remy 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 mics somebody might get killed
So many damn rappers there's a cypher in heaven
My tongue is a weapon and plus when I bust all this stuff of Legend
When this Brooklyn MC come after you
You be running like I herd of caribou down Myrtle Avenue
There we yattin' that ain't pretty that's the attitude
To be at Fight Club, even Brad had to crack a tooth
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 phat 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
Jeepney Music by Apl.De.Ap
From L.A to Philippines we bridging the gap
We got it like that you know we got it like that
Like... we got it like that y'all
[Chorus]
It's like that and a...
It's like that and a...
...
My man Q-Tip in the house
Cee-lo you know he's in the house
My man John Legend's in the house
Talib Kweli will work it out
My man Apl.De is in the house
Will.I.Am is definitely in the house
Fergie Ferg is in the house
Whadup to De La, shot 'em out
True hip-hop music now
Positive vibes, no doubt
My man Phife Dog's in the house
My man Shahid's in the house
Taboo. You know I'm in the house
Black Eyed Peas represent signin' out [x3]
It's like that da-da...
Writer: PHILLIP HALL NATHANIEL, BENTON SMALL MICHAEL, WILL ADAMS, LESLIE BRICUSSE, KAMAAL IBN JOHN FAREED, JAIME GOMEZ, TALIB KWELI GREENE, ANTHONY NEWLEY, ALLAN APLL PINEDA
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., T.R.O. INC.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., T.R.O. INC.
Dum Diddly
[ Featuring Dante Santiago ]
You know the music make you jump and prance
The BE Peas we keep you rocking on the dance
You know my music make 'em jump and prance
Dum diddley dum dum diddley dum dum diddley dum dum diddley diddley
[x2]
Bring on the rhythm; bring on the drums
The rim shot 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
Pulsations probably 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, her comes the sound
[x2]
You know the music make 'em jump and prance
The BE Peas we keep you rocking on the dance
You know my music make 'em jump and prance
Dum diddley dum dum diddley dum dum diddley dum dum diddley diddley
[x2]
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 crew 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 blip blip blip, the blah blah blau
You didn't know me then and you'll never know me now
I'm the Apl.De.Ap, the Filipino Ap
If you need to know my style, yeah let me show you how, come on
[Chorus]
Writer: Allan Apll Pineda, Fitzroy Ogilvie Simpson, Huford Benjamin Brown, Keith Ernesto Harris, Leroy Anthony Sibblis, Lloyd Anthony Ferguson, Priese Prince Lamont Board, Raymond E Brady III, William Adams
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, BMG Rights Management
Feel It
[Chorus]
Can you feel it in your body-ah (can you feel it)
Can you feel it in your body-ah (can you feel it)
Coz I can feel it in my body-ah (I can feel it)
It feels good to my body-ah
To my body, in my body-ah (can you feel it)
Can you feel it in your body-ah (can you feel it)
Coz I can feel it in my body-ah (I can feel it)
It feels good to my body-ah
We gonna make y'all feel it
Make y'all feel it
Make y'all wanna jam
Fellas in the place just clap your hands
Ladies in the house just grab a man
We gonna make y'all feel it
Make y'all feel it
Make y'all wanna move
Ladies in the place just show 'em proof
Fellas in the house you know what to do
We gonna make y'all feel it in a special way
A new van full of action and exposé
Ladies in the house looking ready to play
And I'm waiting for the right one to pass my way
And in the mean time I'm about to roll up The Hague
We got drinks on the table, tied up our lay
And it's time to unwind if you've had a low day
And ladies, I got something to say
[Chorus]
We gonna make y'all feel it
Make y'all feel it
Make y'all wanna jam
Fellas in the place just clap your hands
Ladies in the house just grab a man
We gonna make y'all feel it
Make y'all feel it
Make y'all wanna move
Lades in the place just show 'em proof
Fellas in the house you know what to do
Feel the vibration of the bass charm
Put your face on the speaker, get your face blown
Get up on the floor, get your dance on
Coz your backbone's connected to your ass, go on
The ladies all dressed up high fashion (hot!)
Dancing all sexy with passion
Honey, if you don't mind me asking
Can you feel all that bass in that ass, hun?
[Chorus]
This is it (this is it) gotta keep 'em moving
Don't stop (don't stop) once you get moving
Don't break (one break) next thing you know
You on top (you on top) so hop to the rhythm
That we stop (don't stop) get loose and express
What you got (what you got) at least you gotta
Give yourself a shot (a shot) hey never get 'em up
And what you got?
Can you feel the hy-y-y-ype?
I can feel the hy-y-y-ype
Can you feel the hy-y-y-ype?
I can feel the hy-y-y-ype
[Chorus]
To my body, to my body-ah
To my body, to my body-ah
Can you feel it in your body-ah (can you feel it)
Can you feel it in your body-ah (can you feel it)
Coz I can feel it in my body-ah (I can feel it)
It feels good to my body-ah
To my body, in my body-ah (can you feel it)
Can you feel it in your body-ah (can you feel it)
Coz I can feel it in my body-ah (I can feel it)
It feels good to my body-ah
We gonna make y'all feel it
Make y'all feel it
Make y'all wanna jam
Fellas in the place just clap your hands
Ladies in the house just grab a man
We gonna make y'all feel it
Make y'all feel it
Make y'all wanna move
Ladies in the place just show 'em proof
Fellas in the house you know what to do
We gonna make y'all feel it in a special way
A new van full of action and exposé
Ladies in the house looking ready to play
And I'm waiting for the right one to pass my way
And in the mean time I'm about to roll up The Hague
We got drinks on the table, tied up our lay
And it's time to unwind if you've had a low day
And ladies, I got something to say
[Chorus]
We gonna make y'all feel it
Make y'all feel it
Make y'all wanna jam
Fellas in the place just clap your hands
Ladies in the house just grab a man
We gonna make y'all feel it
Make y'all feel it
Make y'all wanna move
Lades in the place just show 'em proof
Fellas in the house you know what to do
Feel the vibration of the bass charm
Put your face on the speaker, get your face blown
Get up on the floor, get your dance on
Coz your backbone's connected to your ass, go on
The ladies all dressed up high fashion (hot!)
Dancing all sexy with passion
Honey, if you don't mind me asking
Can you feel all that bass in that ass, hun?
[Chorus]
This is it (this is it) gotta keep 'em moving
Don't stop (don't stop) once you get moving
Don't break (one break) next thing you know
You on top (you on top) so hop to the rhythm
That we stop (don't stop) get loose and express
What you got (what you got) at least you gotta
Give yourself a shot (a shot) hey never get 'em up
And what you got?
Can you feel the hy-y-y-ype?
I can feel the hy-y-y-ype
Can you feel the hy-y-y-ype?
I can feel the hy-y-y-ype
[Chorus]
To my body, to my body-ah
To my body, to my body-ah
Writer: ALLAN PINEDA, WILL ADAMS, STACY FERGUSON
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Gone Going
Johnny wanna be a big star
Get on stage and play the guitar
Make a little money, buy a fancy car
Big old house and an alligator
Just to match with them alligator shoes
He's a rich man so he's no longer singing the blues
He's singing songs about material things
And platinum rings and watches that go bling
But, diamonds don't bling in the dark
He a star now, but he ain't singing from the heart
Sooner or later he's just gonna fall apart
Coz his fans can't relate to his new found art
He ain't doing what he did from the start
And that's putting in some feeling and thought
He decided to live his life shallow
Passion is love for material
[Chorus]
And its gone... gone... going...
Gone... everything gone... give a damn...
Gone be the birds when they don't want to sing...
Gone people... up awkward with their things... gone.
You see yourself in the mirror
And you feel safe coz it looks familiar
But you afraid to open up your soul
Coz you don't really know, don't really know
Who is, the person that's deep within
Coz you are content with just being the name-brand man
And you fail to see that its trivial
Insignificant, you addicted to material
I've seen your kind before
You're the type that thinks souls is sold in a store
Packaged up with inscent sticks
With them vegetarian meals
To you that's righteous
You're fiction like books
You need to go out to life and look
Coz... what happens when they take your material
You already sold your soul and its...
[Chorus]
You say that time is money and money is time
So you got mind in your money and your money on your mind
But what about... that crime that you did to get paid
And what about... that bid, you can't take it to your brain
What about those shoes you're in today
They'll do no good on the bridges you burnt along the way
All that money that you got gonna be gone
That gear that you rock gonna be gone
The house up on the hill gonna be gone
The gold purse on your grill gonna be gone
The ice on your wrist gonna be gone
That nice little Miss gonna be gone
That whip that you roll gonna be gone
And what's worst is your soul will be gone
[Chorus]
Get on stage and play the guitar
Make a little money, buy a fancy car
Big old house and an alligator
Just to match with them alligator shoes
He's a rich man so he's no longer singing the blues
He's singing songs about material things
And platinum rings and watches that go bling
But, diamonds don't bling in the dark
He a star now, but he ain't singing from the heart
Sooner or later he's just gonna fall apart
Coz his fans can't relate to his new found art
He ain't doing what he did from the start
And that's putting in some feeling and thought
He decided to live his life shallow
Passion is love for material
[Chorus]
And its gone... gone... going...
Gone... everything gone... give a damn...
Gone be the birds when they don't want to sing...
Gone people... up awkward with their things... gone.
You see yourself in the mirror
And you feel safe coz it looks familiar
But you afraid to open up your soul
Coz you don't really know, don't really know
Who is, the person that's deep within
Coz you are content with just being the name-brand man
And you fail to see that its trivial
Insignificant, you addicted to material
I've seen your kind before
You're the type that thinks souls is sold in a store
Packaged up with inscent sticks
With them vegetarian meals
To you that's righteous
You're fiction like books
You need to go out to life and look
Coz... what happens when they take your material
You already sold your soul and its...
[Chorus]
You say that time is money and money is time
So you got mind in your money and your money on your mind
But what about... that crime that you did to get paid
And what about... that bid, you can't take it to your brain
What about those shoes you're in today
They'll do no good on the bridges you burnt along the way
All that money that you got gonna be gone
That gear that you rock gonna be gone
The house up on the hill gonna be gone
The gold purse on your grill gonna be gone
The ice on your wrist gonna be gone
That nice little Miss gonna be gone
That whip that you roll gonna be gone
And what's worst is your soul will be gone
[Chorus]
Writer: WILL ADAMS, JACK JOHNSON
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
They Dont Want Music
[ Featuring James Brown ]
They don't want music, they don't know how to use it
All they want is (a boom, boom, boom, boom)
Hey y'all, John Coltraine yeah he plays the sax
Me, myself I love to max
Up in the studio laying tracks
Burn it on the CD, melt the wax
And now I'm feeling fine
Coz daily music's on my mind
And I feel mellow
When I watch the girl play the cello
Hello to all my fellow peers in here for the quality
Music quality, yeah
That'll be the focus in the top pick of the day
So pass the peas like we used to say
Pass the beats like they used to say
Pass the phunk like they used to say
That's my joint like we used to say
Syncopation the true school way
[Chorus]
I don't know what you came to do
I came to drop the phunk on you
Depends on that sonic sound
But you know what?
They don't want music [x2]
They just want (a boom, boom, boom boom boom [x2])
They don't want music, they don't know how to use it
They don't want music [x2]
They don't want music, they don't know how to use it
The good back horn
They don't want music, they don't know how to use it
All they want is (a boom, boom, boom, boom, boom boom boom)
Oo, lala aw wee wee
Nowadays music is all about fee
The soul is caged no bits now free
Unless the rhyme was rocked by me
I got the balls to bang (baw ba-ba-baw, ba-ba-baw, ba-baw bang)
Yeah, steady, just doing my thang (steady, just steady, just doing my own thang)
I just do it (ha!)
I just do it you know
My momma said to do what you know
So I'ma do what I know
James Brown gave me the fluid
That means a baby could do it
The Peas will do it so
Do it, do it, do it
Get up on the stage and release my fluid
Do my thing, do it through the music
Phunkafied and therapeutic
[Chorus]
Wait a minute!
You got to rock with the phunk (if you wanna have a good time) [x2]
You got to roll with the phunk (if you wanna have a good time) [x2]
You got to roll with the phunk (if you wanna be sweet and fine, hey! Hey! Hey!)
Rock with the punk (if you gonna have a good time)
You got to roll with the phunk (if you wanna have a good time)
A woman that'll phunk your horn now (gimme that phunky horn!)
Play that phunky horn now (gimme that phunky horn)
Gimme that phunky horn now (gimme that phunky horn)
Hey! Hey! Hey!
[Instrumental]
You got to rock with the phunk (if you wanna have a good time)
You've got to roll with the phunk (if you wanna have a good time)
You got to dance with the phunk (if you wanna be sweet and fine)
I said I like to dance with the phunk (if you wanna be sweet and fine)
You've got to shake with the phunk (if you wanna have a good time)
Shaking shaking shaking with the phunk (if you wanna have a good time)
Gimme that phunky horn (gimme that phunky horn)
I need that phunky horn (I need that phunky horn)
Play that phunky horn now (gimme that phunky horn)
... A break down, a break down, a break, get down
Dance everybody move your body through the music
Get it started, get into it
Come on everybody do it
You've got to dance through the music
People doing what you're doing
People grooving with the music
You've got to roll with the phunk
Roll with your phunk (if you're wanna have a good time)
R-O-double-L keep rolling with the phunk (if you're wanna have a good time)
And roll! To a phunky place
I'm rolling (where?)
To a to a to a phunky phunky place
I'm rolling! To a phunky place
I'll be there, I'll be there, I'll be there, I'll be there...
It's phunky, phunk, phunk, phunk phunky...
Writer: WILL ADAMS, STACY FERGUSON, JAMES BROWN, PRINTZ BOARD, DARRYL BARNES, GREG MAYS, TIM ORINDGREFF
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, INTRIGUE MUSIC, LLC, THIRD SIDE MUSIC INC., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, INTRIGUE MUSIC, LLC, THIRD SIDE MUSIC INC., BMG Rights Management
Disco Club
[Chorus]
If the lady's in the disco club
Are freakin in the disco club
And dancing in the disco club
And shaking in the disco club
Then Take me to the disco club
Yeah, I'm trying to party on out
Step to the disco can't work it out
Let's get go and this party started now
Parties and getting naughty is what I'm all about
So many girlies in the house
With banging ass bodies and perty ass mouths
After the club we're going straight to my house
(I got to, go to) Gotta get you on my couch
I rock steady, no doubt
You ask for some of us so I let you turn it out
Don't give me drama baby, baby don't pout
I don't want a baby, momma, don't want a spouse
[Chorus x2]
I like the way that you move (move)
Don't hold back, baby, do what you do (don't make me)
You make a nigga go ooh (ooh)
How the hell a woman get as fine as you (so fine)
I'm trying to holler at you (you)
First time I see ya' I was like 'hallelujah' (hallelujah!)
Turn around, let me view ya'
(Got to, got to, got to) Damn I wanna do ya' (oh!)
Baby let's get into it (into it)
Make moves like me and you was intimate (intimate)
(Sexy) Let's pretend that this beat is a hear beat when we're intimate
(Hotness) Sex with clothes on
Dancing on the dance floor, getting my bulge on
(Rising) And I got a Trojan
Just in case we get it, get it going on
[Chorus]
Coz the ladies in the disco club ain't the ones to be falling in love with
If you go to the disco club protect yourself and don't fall in love
The ladies in the disco club ain't the ones to be falling in love with [2x]
Playa listen, yeah, I'm a Miss and I go to clubs and I sip on Cris and
That don't mean I'm like the rest of them tricks
In the party getting naughty, chasing money and dicks and
No, you got me all wrong brother
No, I'm a woman that's strong brother
Yeah, it ain't nothing wrong with a woman in the club getting freaky to the song
Monday at the disco club
Tuesday at the disco club
Wednesday at the disco club
Thursday at the disco club
Friday at the disco club
Saturday at the disco club
Sunday at the disco club
Every day's the disco club
See us at the disco club
See you at the disco club
We gonna break it on down
Rub it on your belly like a ultrasound
Shake it like a jelly and move around
Really wanna see y'all flaunt your style
Get wild, baby, get a little crazy
Don't hesitate, won't take no/maybe
(Move) not like an eviction
But me and you baby all cause friction
Hmm, as my eyed undress you
Just wanna let you know there's no pressure
Body conversation, they both want pleasure
But your girl cock-blocked and won't let you
Hmm, what you gonna do now
Bounce, rock, shake and we can all while out
Let it all flow like a river now
Check me, check me, check ch-check me on out
If the ladies in the disco club
Are freaking in the disco club
And dancing in the disco club
And shaking in the disco club
Then Take me to the disco club
[Chorus]
If the lady's in the disco club
Are freakin in the disco club
And dancing in the disco club
And shaking in the disco club
Then Take me to the disco club
Yeah, I'm trying to party on out
Step to the disco can't work it out
Let's get go and this party started now
Parties and getting naughty is what I'm all about
So many girlies in the house
With banging ass bodies and perty ass mouths
After the club we're going straight to my house
(I got to, go to) Gotta get you on my couch
I rock steady, no doubt
You ask for some of us so I let you turn it out
Don't give me drama baby, baby don't pout
I don't want a baby, momma, don't want a spouse
[Chorus x2]
I like the way that you move (move)
Don't hold back, baby, do what you do (don't make me)
You make a nigga go ooh (ooh)
How the hell a woman get as fine as you (so fine)
I'm trying to holler at you (you)
First time I see ya' I was like 'hallelujah' (hallelujah!)
Turn around, let me view ya'
(Got to, got to, got to) Damn I wanna do ya' (oh!)
Baby let's get into it (into it)
Make moves like me and you was intimate (intimate)
(Sexy) Let's pretend that this beat is a hear beat when we're intimate
(Hotness) Sex with clothes on
Dancing on the dance floor, getting my bulge on
(Rising) And I got a Trojan
Just in case we get it, get it going on
[Chorus]
Coz the ladies in the disco club ain't the ones to be falling in love with
If you go to the disco club protect yourself and don't fall in love
The ladies in the disco club ain't the ones to be falling in love with [2x]
Playa listen, yeah, I'm a Miss and I go to clubs and I sip on Cris and
That don't mean I'm like the rest of them tricks
In the party getting naughty, chasing money and dicks and
No, you got me all wrong brother
No, I'm a woman that's strong brother
Yeah, it ain't nothing wrong with a woman in the club getting freaky to the song
Monday at the disco club
Tuesday at the disco club
Wednesday at the disco club
Thursday at the disco club
Friday at the disco club
Saturday at the disco club
Sunday at the disco club
Every day's the disco club
See us at the disco club
See you at the disco club
We gonna break it on down
Rub it on your belly like a ultrasound
Shake it like a jelly and move around
Really wanna see y'all flaunt your style
Get wild, baby, get a little crazy
Don't hesitate, won't take no/maybe
(Move) not like an eviction
But me and you baby all cause friction
Hmm, as my eyed undress you
Just wanna let you know there's no pressure
Body conversation, they both want pleasure
But your girl cock-blocked and won't let you
Hmm, what you gonna do now
Bounce, rock, shake and we can all while out
Let it all flow like a river now
Check me, check me, check ch-check me on out
If the ladies in the disco club
Are freaking in the disco club
And dancing in the disco club
And shaking in the disco club
Then Take me to the disco club
[Chorus]
Writer: ALLAN PINEDA, ANTHONY TIDD, DAVID SAEVITZ, JEAN BAPTIST KOUAME, MELVIN LEWIS, MICHAEL MATTHEWS, WILL ADAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Bebot
Bebot bebot
Be bebot bebot
Be bebot bebot be
Ikaw ang aking
Bebot bebot
Be bebot bebot
Be bebot bebot be
Ikaw ang aking
Bebot bebot
Be bebot bebot
Be bebot bebot be
Ikaw ay
Filipino!!! Filipino!!! Filipino!!! Filipino!!!
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 gulay
Pag kumain nagkakamay
Yung kanin, chicken adobo
Yung balot, binebenta sa kanto
Tagay mo na nga ang baso
Pare ko inuman na tayo
Filipino!!! Filipino!!! Filipino!!! Filipino!!!
Bebot bebot
Be bebot bebot
Be bebot bebot be
Ikaw ang aking
Bebot bebot
Be bebot bebot
Be bebot bebot be
Ikaw ang aking
Bebot bebot
Be bebot bebot
Be bebot bebot be
Ikaw ay
Filipino!!! Filipino!!! Filipino!!! Filipino!!!
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
Filipino!!! Filipino!!! Filipino!!! Filipino!!!
Filipino!!! Filipino!!! Filipino!!! Filipino!!!
Bebot bebot be bebot bebot
Be bebot bebot be
Ikaw ang aking
Bebot bebot be bebot bebot
Be bebot bebot be
Ikaw ang aking
Bebot bebot be bebot bebot
Be bebot bebot be
Ikaw ang aking
Bebot bebot be bebot bebot
Be bebot bebot be
Ikaw ang aking
Bebot bebot be bebot bebot
Be bebot bebot be
Ikaw ang aking
Bebot bebot be bebot bebot
Be bebot bebot be
Ikaw ay
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
...Filipino ...Filipino ...Filipino ...Filipino
La la la la la la la la la la la la loooooooooooo [x2]
Be bebot bebot
Be bebot bebot be
Ikaw ang aking
Bebot bebot
Be bebot bebot
Be bebot bebot be
Ikaw ang aking
Bebot bebot
Be bebot bebot
Be bebot bebot be
Ikaw ay
Filipino!!! Filipino!!! Filipino!!! Filipino!!!
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 gulay
Pag kumain nagkakamay
Yung kanin, chicken adobo
Yung balot, binebenta sa kanto
Tagay mo na nga ang baso
Pare ko inuman na tayo
Filipino!!! Filipino!!! Filipino!!! Filipino!!!
Bebot bebot
Be bebot bebot
Be bebot bebot be
Ikaw ang aking
Bebot bebot
Be bebot bebot
Be bebot bebot be
Ikaw ang aking
Bebot bebot
Be bebot bebot
Be bebot bebot be
Ikaw ay
Filipino!!! Filipino!!! Filipino!!! Filipino!!!
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
Filipino!!! Filipino!!! Filipino!!! Filipino!!!
Filipino!!! Filipino!!! Filipino!!! Filipino!!!
Bebot bebot be bebot bebot
Be bebot bebot be
Ikaw ang aking
Bebot bebot be bebot bebot
Be bebot bebot be
Ikaw ang aking
Bebot bebot be bebot bebot
Be bebot bebot be
Ikaw ang aking
Bebot bebot be bebot bebot
Be bebot bebot be
Ikaw ang aking
Bebot bebot be bebot bebot
Be bebot bebot be
Ikaw ang aking
Bebot bebot be bebot bebot
Be bebot bebot be
Ikaw ay
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
...Filipino ...Filipino ...Filipino ...Filipino
La la la la la la la la la la la la loooooooooooo [x2]
Writer: Will Adams, Allan Pineda
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Ba Bump
[Will.i.am]
Yea (woo)
Uh (woo)
the shit (woo)
ya...
Hey
This is the beat that make you shake your rump
That make your booty go ba-bump, ba-bump
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
(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
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)
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
Yea (woo)
Uh (woo)
the shit (woo)
ya...
Hey
This is the beat that make you shake your rump
That make your booty go ba-bump, ba-bump
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
(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
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)
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
Writer: WILL ADAMS, THOMAS JENKINS, PRINTZ BOARD, LARRY BLACKMON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Audio Delite At Low Fidelity
Ever since I was a little younger
I always had a ryhme that I flung up
Any situation that you brung up
Black Eyed Peas will 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
Mutha (Hey!) don't sit and ponder
'Cause we come with no bloops no blunders
We keep it fat like Attila the Hun-a
Latin ladies by like ay caramba
We caliente like you chilling in the summer
We gave you something
Now you gonna ask for some more
But naw brutha you ain't gonna get no more
And I know you really like
This audio delite
'Cause my drum goes dumb diddy dumb-a
Check it out
One time for ya mind
Two's for your soul
Three's for your body
And four's for the ambiance
Check it out 'cause this is how it go
I'm sick with the rhyme
I'm infected
Since '95 the BEP perfected
The way we get down on the record
We comin' up with heat that's not expected
You can't, you can't, you can't help but check it
We stand out like chubby people in checkers
We comin' hectic and hyper
Aimin' like a sniper
And when I rock the mic you'll respect me
You respect it 'cause you know
I'm known to kill it
I make it, make it, make it, make it
Hotter than a skillet
And you oughta know you goin' feel it
Black Eyed Peas we do it we're the realest
We gave you something
Now you gonna ask for some more
But naw brutha you ain't gonna get no more
And I know you really like
This audio delite
'Cause my drum goes dumb diddy dumb-a
Check it out
One time for ya mind
Two's for your soul
Three's for your body
And four's for the ambiance
Check it out 'cause this is how it go
My faith will never fall
Forever remain myself after all
Gainin' fame, mass appeal, entertainin' y'all
Never change or conform
We always rock it raw
I remember when we used to bust at the mall
Ways of expressin' my love for the art
Now we here to restore these rap laws
Cause the way it is now is not the way I saw so check it
I'ma do it like this
So y'all could recite this
Hip hop anthem once more
I won't let the mic rest
You won't catch me rhyme-less
No matter what the future got in store
We gave you something
Now you gonna ask for some more
But naw brutha you ain't gonna get no more
And I know you really like
This audio delite
'Cause my drum goes dumb diddy dumb-a
Check it out
One time for ya mind
Two's for your soul
Three's for your body
And four's for the ambiance
Check it out 'cause this is how it go
I always had a ryhme that I flung up
Any situation that you brung up
Black Eyed Peas will 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
Mutha (Hey!) don't sit and ponder
'Cause we come with no bloops no blunders
We keep it fat like Attila the Hun-a
Latin ladies by like ay caramba
We caliente like you chilling in the summer
We gave you something
Now you gonna ask for some more
But naw brutha you ain't gonna get no more
And I know you really like
This audio delite
'Cause my drum goes dumb diddy dumb-a
Check it out
One time for ya mind
Two's for your soul
Three's for your body
And four's for the ambiance
Check it out 'cause this is how it go
I'm sick with the rhyme
I'm infected
Since '95 the BEP perfected
The way we get down on the record
We comin' up with heat that's not expected
You can't, you can't, you can't help but check it
We stand out like chubby people in checkers
We comin' hectic and hyper
Aimin' like a sniper
And when I rock the mic you'll respect me
You respect it 'cause you know
I'm known to kill it
I make it, make it, make it, make it
Hotter than a skillet
And you oughta know you goin' feel it
Black Eyed Peas we do it we're the realest
We gave you something
Now you gonna ask for some more
But naw brutha you ain't gonna get no more
And I know you really like
This audio delite
'Cause my drum goes dumb diddy dumb-a
Check it out
One time for ya mind
Two's for your soul
Three's for your body
And four's for the ambiance
Check it out 'cause this is how it go
My faith will never fall
Forever remain myself after all
Gainin' fame, mass appeal, entertainin' y'all
Never change or conform
We always rock it raw
I remember when we used to bust at the mall
Ways of expressin' my love for the art
Now we here to restore these rap laws
Cause the way it is now is not the way I saw so check it
I'ma do it like this
So y'all could recite this
Hip hop anthem once more
I won't let the mic rest
You won't catch me rhyme-less
No matter what the future got in store
We gave you something
Now you gonna ask for some more
But naw brutha you ain't gonna get no more
And I know you really like
This audio delite
'Cause my drum goes dumb diddy dumb-a
Check it out
One time for ya mind
Two's for your soul
Three's for your body
And four's for the ambiance
Check it out 'cause this is how it go
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Union
[ Featuring Sting ]
[Chorus]
(One for all, one for all)
(It's all it's all for one)
Let's start a union, calling every human
It's one for all and all for one
Let's live in unison, calling every citizen
It's one for all and all for one
We don't want war- can't take no more
It's drastic time for sure
We need an antidote and a cure
Coz do you really think Mohammed got a problem with Jehovah
We don't want war - imagine if any prophet was alive
In current days amongst you and I
You think they'd view life like you and I do
Or would they sit and contemplate on why
Do we live this way, act and behave this way
We still live in primitive today
Coz the peace in the destination of war can't be the way
There's no way, so people just be a woman, be a man
Realize that you can't change the world by changing yourself
And understand that we're all just the same
So when I count to three let's change
[Chorus]
Got no time for grand philosophy
I barely keep my head above the tide
I got this mortgage, got three kids at school
What you're saying is the truth, but really troubles me inside
I'd change the world if I could change my mind
If I could live beyond my fears
Exchanging unity for all my insecurity
Exchanging laughter for my tears
[Chorus]
I don't know, y'all, we in a real deposition
In the midst of all this negative condition
Divided by beliefs, different sink and religion
Why do we keep missing the point in our mission?
Why do we keep killing each other, what's the reason?
God made us all equal in his vision
I wish that I could make music as a religion
Then we could harmonise together in this mission
Listen, I know it's really hard to make changes
But two of us could help rearrange this curse
Utilising all the power in our voices
Together we will unite and make the right choice
And fight for education, save the next generation
Come together as one
I don't understand why it's never been done
So let's change on the count of one
It takes one, just one
And then one follows the other one
And then another follows the other one
Next thing you know you got a billion
People doing some wonderful things
People doing some powerful things
Let's change and do some powerful things
Unity could be a wonderful thing
[Chorus]
Writer: WILL ADAMS, ALLAN PINEDA, GEORGE PAJON JR., STING, STACY FERGUSON
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
Monkey Business is the fourth studio album by American group the Black Eyed Peas. It was released on June 7, 2005, by A&M Records, Interscope Records and will.i.am Music Group.
Following the global success of their third studio album, Elephunk (2003), the group embarked on the Elephunk Tour. While touring, they began recording Monkey Business in June 2004, continuing for the following six months at various locations worldwide. Executive producers Ron Fair and will.i.am enlisted producers Printz Board, Noize Trip, Timbaland and Danja for the album. Their final product was a hip hop and pop record incorporating an array of genres, such as crunk, funk, reggae, Raï, calypso, soul, jazz and Latin rock.
Similarly to Elephunk, it explores lyrical themes such as relationship complexities, sexual attraction, partying, fame and, to a lesser extent, social issues. Controversy arose over the lyrics of the track "My Humps", which center on a woman using her physical attributes to accomplish her goals.
Monkey Business received mixed reviews from music critics, who complimented its production but criticized its lyrical content and the Black Eyed Peas' inclining to commercialization with the album. It debuted at number two on the US Billboard 200 with first-week sales of 291,000 units, becoming the group's first top-ten album on the chart. The album was certified triple platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA), selling over four million copies in the United States. Internationally, it reached number one in Australia, Canada, France, Germany, Mexico, New Zealand and Switzerland, and has sold over nine million copies worldwide. Despite its critical response, the album won two Grammy Awards for its singles "Don't Phunk with My Heart" and "My Humps", receiving three additional nominations.
Monkey Business produced four singles. "Don't Phunk with My Heart" became the group's highest-peaking single on the US Billboard Hot 100 at the time, peaking at number three, and reached number one in Australia, Canada, the Czech Republic, Finland and New Zealand. "Don't Lie" peaked at number 14 on the Billboard Hot 100, being overshadowed by its successor "My Humps", which began receiving heavy unsolicited airplay.
After its official release as a single, "My Humps" peaked at number three on the Billboard Hot 100, reaching number one in Australia, Canada, Ireland and New Zealand. The final single "Pump It" became the album's lowest-peaking single on the Billboard Hot 100, reaching number 18. The album was further promoted with two global concert tours-The Monkey Business Tour (2005-2006) and the Black Blue & You Tour (2007).
Performed By:
Black Eyed PeasFollowing the global success of their third studio album, Elephunk (2003), the group embarked on the Elephunk Tour. While touring, they began recording Monkey Business in June 2004, continuing for the following six months at various locations worldwide. Executive producers Ron Fair and will.i.am enlisted producers Printz Board, Noize Trip, Timbaland and Danja for the album. Their final product was a hip hop and pop record incorporating an array of genres, such as crunk, funk, reggae, Raï, calypso, soul, jazz and Latin rock.
Similarly to Elephunk, it explores lyrical themes such as relationship complexities, sexual attraction, partying, fame and, to a lesser extent, social issues. Controversy arose over the lyrics of the track "My Humps", which center on a woman using her physical attributes to accomplish her goals.
Monkey Business received mixed reviews from music critics, who complimented its production but criticized its lyrical content and the Black Eyed Peas' inclining to commercialization with the album. It debuted at number two on the US Billboard 200 with first-week sales of 291,000 units, becoming the group's first top-ten album on the chart. The album was certified triple platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA), selling over four million copies in the United States. Internationally, it reached number one in Australia, Canada, France, Germany, Mexico, New Zealand and Switzerland, and has sold over nine million copies worldwide. Despite its critical response, the album won two Grammy Awards for its singles "Don't Phunk with My Heart" and "My Humps", receiving three additional nominations.
Monkey Business produced four singles. "Don't Phunk with My Heart" became the group's highest-peaking single on the US Billboard Hot 100 at the time, peaking at number three, and reached number one in Australia, Canada, the Czech Republic, Finland and New Zealand. "Don't Lie" peaked at number 14 on the Billboard Hot 100, being overshadowed by its successor "My Humps", which began receiving heavy unsolicited airplay.
After its official release as a single, "My Humps" peaked at number three on the Billboard Hot 100, reaching number one in Australia, Canada, Ireland and New Zealand. The final single "Pump It" became the album's lowest-peaking single on the Billboard Hot 100, reaching number 18. The album was further promoted with two global concert tours-The Monkey Business Tour (2005-2006) and the Black Blue & You Tour (2007).
Genre(s): Hip hop, pop
Producer(s): apl.de.ap, Printz Board, Danja, Ron Fair, Noize Trip, Timbaland, will.i.am
Length: 66:03
Released: June 7th, 2005
Year: 2005