Three, four..
Chk UHH.. chk UHH..
I'm the W-I, double-L-I-Am
Linkin up with the Primo, do it (do it)
He's the T-to-the-A-to-the-B-oh-oh
Linkin up with the Primo, do it (do it)
He's the A-P-L-to-the-D-E-Ap
Linkin up with the Primo, do it..
And we the B-to-the-E-to-the-P
Hookin up with Primo (?) do it (do it)
[Verse One]
We comin through to take control of each zip code
Bridgin the gap from rap to calypso
We gonna strike each city from 'Frisco
Tokyo to back to San Luis Obispo
(??) data, descendants of Amadeus
Transmitted through your CD's, tapes and record players
We the crusaders, attack like alligators
Yo, we're known to elevate like escalators
Yo, we comin through to control your area
Black Eyed Peas control your area
Bringin the vibe that create hysteria
Wack MC's vacate your area
We three deep, comin out of yo' speaker
I'm bustin your woofer and tearin through your tweeter
Every rapper's talkin bout killin somebody
but they ain't hip-hop to me (check it out)
[Chorus]
This is the hip hip hip, the hop hop hop
We keep it keep it movin, non non stop
{*scratch "Black Eyed Peas"*} Yo, we keep it movin
{*scratch*} Yo, we keep it movin
the hip hip hip, the hop hop hop
We keep it keep it movin, non non stop
{*scratch "Black Eyed Peas"*} Yo, we keep it movin
{*scratch*} We got to keep it movin
[Verse Two]
It's the Black Eyed Peas (?) climbin up the Empire
State tower livin is the mission desired
I see a lot of liars so to dem I cross and fire
and they lyrics soundin tired, repetitious and expired
Cool dem down troop before they time get picked
I can't take dem serious talkin about bullshit
Got money and cars but, can't bullshit
and your lyrics are soundin like, some doo doo shit
While I'm holdin the mic tight, recite livin insight
so we can all benefit from the artform
(??) took, (??) you to make dough
but forgot the main goal, almost lost the soul and got norm
Cause everybody's talkin bout, high profilin
but it ain't hip-hop to me (why why why)
Cause everybody's talkin bout, high profilin
but it ain't hip-hop to me (so check it out y'all)
[Chorus]
{*scratch* "I like the way the rhythm makes me jump"}
{"Got black to asian, and caucasian sayin,
'That's the joint, that's the jam'"}
{*scratch* "Let your body collide to the rhythm provided by the"}
{"Black Eyed Peas"}
{"Through a nation we build, off the music field
or a visual thrill, we do what we feel"}
[Verse Three]
Yeah, your style's dated and you ain't came out yet
Don't think you're +fresh+ cause you're rockin them outfits
I think you're lost, cause you don't know where your route is
Pick up the mic, put your money where your mouth is
I pick up the mic and put my lyrics where my mouth is
Hit your spirit, make you jump out them couches
Quick agility to slow-like slouches
with more bounce to the freak of def ounces
And we announce this, follow us to show you what the sound is
Primo and the Peas collaboratin like great
Aiyyo let's do this, let's do this, we show you who the crew is
Black Eyed Peas is like the rulers leavin all you brothers clueless
Haters hater us if you wanna, we gon' speak on it
We gon' tell the world why hip-hop is haunted
Funny is a drug and MC's is on it
We gon' take it back to the days of Soulsonic
[Chorus] * 2X w/ variations
[ad ilbs to fade]
Lord, have mercy [7x]
[Chorus]
I know that you like my style [2x]
I 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
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 rock smith
Got my style trademark with the (?)
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 (?)
[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 (?)
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 singt irgendwas in spanisch^^]
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
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
