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album: "Monkey Business"
"Pump It"
Ha ha ha
Pump it
Ha ha ha
And pump it (louder) [4x]
Turn
up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right
N*ggas wanna hate on us (who)
N*ggas be envious (who)
And I know
why they hatin' on us (why)
Cause that's so fabulous (what)
I'ma be real on us (c'mon)
Nobody got nuttin' on us
(no)
Girls be all on us, from London back down to the US (s, s)
We rockin' it (contagious), monkey business (outrageous)
Just confess, your girl admits that we the sh*t
F-R-E-S-H (fresh)
D-E-F, that's right we def (rock)
We
definite B-E-P, we rappin' it
So, turn it up (turn it up) [3x]
C'mon baby, just
Pump it (louder) [6x]
And
say, oh oh oh 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 need'a
ease on up (dude)
Dude wanna act on up
But dude get shut like flavor shut (down)
Chicks say, she ain't down
But
chick backstage when we in town (ha)
She like man on drunk (fool)
She wanna hit n' run (errr)
Yeah, that's the speed
That's what we do
That's who we be
B-L-A-C-K -E -Y-E-D-P to the E, then the A to the S
When we play you shake
your ass
Shake it, shake it, shake it girl
Make sure you don't break it, girl
Cause we gonna
Turn it up
(turn it up) [3x]
C'mon baby, just
Pump it (louder) [6x]
And say, oh oh oh oh
Say, oh oh oh
oh
Yo, yo
Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right now
This joint is fizzlin'
It's sizzlin'
Right
Damn (damn) [5x]
Wow
Apl. de ap. from Philippines
Live and direct, rocking this scene
Waiting
on down for the B-boys
And B-girls waiting, doin' their thing
Pump it, louder come on
Don't stop, and keep it goin'
Do it, lets get it on
Move it!
Come on, baby, do it
La-da-di-dup-dup die dy
On the stereo
Let
those speakers blow your mind
(Blow my mind, baby)
To let it go, let it go
Here we go
La-da-di-dup-dup die dy
(c'mon, we're there)
On the radio
The system is gonna feel so fine
Pump it (louder) [6x]
And say,
oh oh oh 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
"Don't 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)
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby (in love, baby)
Girl,
you know you got me, got me
With your pistol shot me, shot me
And I'm here helplessly
In love and nothing can
stop me
You can't stop me cause once I start it
Can't return me cause once you bought it
I'm coming baby, don’t
got it (don’t make me wait)
So let’s be about it
No, no, no, no, don’t phunk with my heart
Baby,
have some trustin', trustin'
When I come in lustin', lustin'
Cause I bring you that comfort
I ain’t only here
cause I want ya body
I want your mind too
Interestin’s what I find you
And I'm interested in the long haul
Come on girl (yee-haw)
(come on)
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby (in love,
baby)
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby (in love, baby)
No, no, no, no, don’t
phunk with my heart
Girl, you had me, once you kissed me
My love for you is not iffy
I always want you with
me
I'll play Bobby and you’ll play Whitney
If you smoke, I'll smoke too
That’s how much I'm in love
with you
Crazy is what crazy do
Crazy in love, I'm a crazy fool
No, no, no, no, don’t phunk with my
heart
Why are you so insecure
When you got passion and love her
You always claimin’ I'm a cheater
Think
I'd up and go leave ya
For another señorita
You forgot that I need ya
You must’ve caught amnesia
That’s
why you don’t believe
(uh, yeah, check it out)
Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing, baby
Cause
you know you got me by a string, baby
Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing, baby
Cause you know you got me by
a string, baby
Baby girl, you make me feel
You know you make me feel so real
I love you more than sex appeal
(Cause you’re)
That-tha, that tha, that-tha, that girl [5x]
[overlapping]
No, no, no,
no, don’t phunk with my heart [2x]
That-tha, that tha, that-tha, that girl [2x]
I wonder if
I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby (in love, baby) [4x]
Don’t you worry ‘bout a
thing, baby
Cause you know you got me by a string, baby
Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing, baby
Cause you
know you got me by a string, baby
"My Style"
(feat. Justin Timberlake)
Lord, have mercy
[7x]
[Chorus:]
I know that you like my style [2x]
You can’t get to turn you out
Everybody in the place get wild
I know that you like my style [2x]
You’ve gotta drop it on your pants
right now
Everybody in the place get wild
(So what you sayin’)
What’s up, what’s up with you
girl [2x]
What’s up, what’s up with you boy [2x]
Don’t jock, don’t jock,
baby don’t jock me
I drop the hotness, baby watch me
You can’t, you can’t, no you can’t stop
me
’Coz I’m a champ on the rep like rocky
And when I spit it trying out at Z rocks me
Got my style
trademark with the copy
Right, you know my style is naughty
Right, so don’t cock-block me
You like my style
when I’m whiling out with my gang
And I gain my fame from doing my damn thing
On a mike and I turn the stage
like cocaine
And I bang them thangs like a lover man
[Chorus]
I know that you like my style [2x]
You can’t get to turn you out
Everybody in the place get wild
I know that you like my style [2x]
You’ve gotta drop it on your pants right now
Everybody in the place get wild
(So what you sayin’)
What’s
up, what’s up with you girl [2x]
What’s up, what’s up with you boy [2x]
Our style
lined up when we team up
JT and BEP sold the scene up
Cali to Tennessee and in between ‘em
We the hottest
in the biz (?)
We be rolling four Hummers and a Pima
With sunset off the chi cantina
Stepped out looking fresh
and clean-ah
Paparazzi put me in any magazine-ah
I got eight million ways to rockin’ like this
And ain’t
nobody drop their styles like this
I’ma give it to you like that and like this
And my momma always told me “My
baby’s a genius”
[Chorus]
I know that you like my style [2x]
You can’t get
to turn you out
Everybody in the place get wild
I know that you like my style [2x]
You’ve gotta drop
it on your pants right now
Everybody in the place get wild
(So what you sayin’)
What’s up, what’s
up with you girl [2x]
What’s up, what’s up with you boy [2x]
[Taboo in Spanish:]
Te gusta mi estilo(estilo)
Dile a tu tia y tu tio(tio)
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 “Adios, mijo”
Tu chocha
es todo mio (Ay)
I make it hot for you if it’s frijo
It feels like something’s heating up
Timberland
on the drum-drum he’s beatin’ up
Black Eyed Peas, there’s no defeating us
JT, he’s rocking
a beat with us
Them freaks, they want to freak with us
After the spot they tryin’a meet with us
They know
our style is fabulous
Off the hook our style ridiculous
Ba-da-ba-da-ba-da...
What’s up, what’s
up with you girl [2x]
What’s up, what’s up with you boy [2x]
I know that you like my
style [2x]
I’ve been gone for a while
But I’m back with a brand new style
Black Eyed Peas
(Black Eyed Peas)
JT (that’s me)
And we out baby (out baby)
Ba-da-ba-da-ba-ba-ba...
"Don't Lie"
[WILL]
Hey, baby my nose is getting big
I noticed
it be growing when I been telling them fibs
Now you say your trust's getting weaker
Probably coz my lies just started
getting 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
Fucking with your heart like I was the predator
In my book of lies I was the editor
And the
author
I forged my signature
And now I apologise for what I did to you
Cos what you did to me I did to you
[FERGIE]
Nononono
baby, nononono don't lie
Nononono, yeah you kno know know know you gotta try
What you gonna do when it all comes out
When
I see you & what you're all about
Nonono baby, nononono don't lie
Yeah you kno you kno you kno you kno you know
you gotta try
[APL]
She said I'm leaving
Cos she can't take the pain
It's hard to continue this love
it ain't the same
Can't forget the things that I've done inside her brain
Too many lies committed too many games
She
feeling like a fool getting on the last train
Trying to maintain but the feeling won't change
I'm sorry for the things
that I've done and what I became
Caught up in living my life in the fast lane
Blinded by lights, cameras, you know the
fame
I don't know the reason why I did these things
[APL and FERGIE]
And I lie and I lie and I lie and
I lie
And now our emotions are drained
Cos I lie and I lie and a little lie lie
And now your emotions are drained
[FERGIE]
Nononono
baby, nononono don't lie (no, don't you lie)
Nononono, yeah you know know know know you gotta try (got to try, got to try)
What
you gonna do when it all comes out (what you gonna do baby)
When I see you & what you're all about
Nonono babe,
nononono don't lie
Because you kno you kno you kno you kno you know gotta try
Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ba
da ba da ba da ba da badabada
[TABOO]
Yo, I'm lying to my girl
Even though I love her
And she all in
my world
I give her all my attention and diamonds & pearls
She's the one who makes me feel on top of the world
Still
I lie to my girl, I do it
[APL and FERGIE]
And I lie and I lie and I lie till there's no turning back
I
don't know why, (and I lie and I lie till I don't know who I am)
"My Humps"
What you 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 ice-ys.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi
and then Donna
Karan, they be sharin’
All their money got me wearin’
Fly gearrr but I ain’t
askin,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
Se7en 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’
I keep on demonstrating.
My
love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got u,
She’s
got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me
What you 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.
What u gon’
do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream,
make you scream.
Cos of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check
it out)
I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s go.
I could be your baby, you
can be my honey
Lets spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your
milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.
They say I’m really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin’
at my lump, lump.
U can look but you can’t touch it,
If u touch it I’ma start some drama,
You don’t
want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don’t pull on my hand boy,
You ain’t my man,
boy,
I’m just tryn’a dance boy,
And move my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump,
my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps x3
In the back and in the front.
My lovin’
got u,
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s
got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me.
What you 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.
What you 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.
What you 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.
What you gon’ do wit all that
breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I’ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make
you work.
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin all your money on me and spendin’ time on me
She’s
got me spendin’.
Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me.
"Like That"
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 here for my Black Eyed Peas
So watch it watch it be marvelled on the speakers please
Coz they gonna rumble and shake
the ground
Break addles break the sound
Fill the embraceful pound
Treat all the things profound
If you wanna dude
to help you out
Make it cool around your friends without smoking now
Play the song kinda loud, it could help you out
And
you could work it out, yeah you could work it out
It's like that, and a
[Chorus]
And we got it like that
(like that)
You know we got it like that (like that)
Y'all we got it like that (like that)
It's like that, like that
(like that)
Y'all we got it like that (like that)
You know we got it like that (like that)
Yeah we got it like that
(like that)
It's like that coz I got it like that
And I got it like that also
Got a style that's way out like
Bosto
You know I'ma crook a nigga like Chocko
Steady jumpin' round like it's heavy cargo
(Can I kick it?) Yup, really
far though
From Osegundo to Toronto
I once hit a girl up in Chicago
But I'd never say who unless my name was Tanto
Yup,
you know how the date rape go
Coz we show the classic example
Now they know the Peas collect the dough
So they knocking
on the door like we was Fargo
Yup, they see me in a Will.I.Am suit
But I wasn't that cute when I didn't have the loot
And
I don't smoke birds but I'm still real nice with the birds
So fuck (hey!) what you heard
Coz we got it like that
[Chorus]
Talib,
just hit 'em like that
I'm from the jungle, brother, and I got it like that
Yo, my life got me running through a maze
like a white rat
I need a shot at ramming like my rap
It's like the yack is the fights that got me spillin' on the right
track
And I like this will so I might get ill
On the mikes somebody might get killed
So many damn rappers there's
a stifle in heaven
My tongue is a weapon and plus when I bust all this stuff with Legend
When this Brooklyn MC come
after you
You be running like I herd a carrel at Murdell Avenue
There we yattin' that ain't pretty that's the attitude
To
be at Fight Club, even Brad had to crack a 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 fat skills that rose in the past
We got it like how you know how to beast rocks
Entertain
you, see you soon at the next spot
The crew got you bouncing and dropping your eye
Making you ??
Tss tsss tsss, I'ma
roll with the hot
I'ma flow from the soul when you can't hold me back
Ke-ke-keep on keep on rolling the track
I'ma
simply simply always attach
Give me music from by Apl.De.Ap
From L.A to Philippines we bridging the gap
We got it
like that you know we got it like that
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
Drew 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 sellin
out [3x]
It's like that da-da...
"Dum Diddly"
You know the music make you jump and prance
The BE Peas we
keep you rocking on the dance
You know my music make me jump and prance
Dum diddley dum dum diddley dum dum diddley
dum dum diddley diddley
[2x]
Bring on the rhythm; bring on the drums
The rim shack sound like someone
gunned
(Pop! Pop!) There go your ear drums
So raise the volume to the maximum
Base booming bout to make your body
feel numb
Pulsate your body penetrate your skeleton
This little diddley definitely demonstrates some
Dum diddley
dum - so dance to the drum
[Chorus]
Don't hurt yourself, take it easy
There's no better time than right
now
So let yourself go, o-eh-o
Watch yourself now, her comes the sound
[2x]
You know the music make me
jump and prance
The BE Peas we keep you rocking on the dance
You know my music make me jump and prance
Dum diddley
dum dum diddley dum dum diddley dum dum diddley diddley
[2x]
Freeze
Music please
Apparently yeah we
the true MC's
BE Boys no decoys you know the sting
BE Peas till infinity
And we officially also fresh in the scene
So
tell me if you see a 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]
"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
"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 na¯ve brown man
And you fail to see that its trivial
Insignificant, you addicted
to material
I've seen your kind before
Your 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
Why you on about those
shoes you'll wear today
They'll do no good on the bridges you've walked 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 -- 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]
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