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]
police sirens)
~Verse 1~
yo, you hear 'em sirens
I know you hear 'em
Don't get scared
It ain't five-o (naw)
That's the funk yo (yeah)
Don't act like you didn't know (hun)
It's just the way it goes (yeah)
When you messin with the funk (yeah)
You bumpin in the trunk (yeah)
You it's what you want (yeah)
So just bump, the bump, da-bump
Bump, bump, bump it up
~Chorus~
Bounce boo, to the boogie beat
You know I
Want you to come boogie with me
We Can
Lift, left, slide, right, all night
It's time to be wild, freestyle
~Verse 2~
It's on and poppon
Ain't no stoppin
Us from rockin
From tonight till ten o'clockin
In the morning
Got labels knockin (sign 'em now)
Fuck 'em go call them cops and
Watch 'em kids walk and start boppin
Heads to thwat that DJ droppon
he play funk punkin, hip-hoppin
Breakin laws, seah coaches shockin
We be pop lockin and moshin
I get down and groove to cuts (yeah)
check mark in all groovin butts
Now days cats is scared to dare (that's right)
this beat plays, whoo
Here's my chance
Come on girl let's go out there
Dance on the floor, haaaa..
~Chorus~
Bounce boo, to the boogie beat
You know I
Want you to come boogie with me
We Can
Lift, left, slide, right, all night
It's time to be wild, freestyle
~Bridge~
We can dance, and dance, dance
(Come on baby) Said we can dance, and dance, dance
(One more, whoo) I wanna dance, and dance, dance
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, we can dance, and dance, dance
~Jaime Gomez~
Fergie's chillin
Always illin
The way I make you sway, ya feelin
That's how it is
Get down and jam
If ya'll don't understand
Check it
He rock Bacons
Street block shakin
Club life's great when its house breakin
Speak the thumpin
Hold your jumpin
Disco funkin get your booty bumpin
This beats bangin
I'm rap talkin
Sweet beats bangin
Keep your feet hoppin
Dirty dancin
Nasty, naughty
Move that Jessie
Pump it hottie
Cause when i hear music
I just lose it
I wanna do it, with you, you, you, you
And when I hear music
I get in too it
I wanna do it. with you, you
Awwwwwwwwwwwww
~Chorus~
Bounce boo, to the boogie beat
You know I
Want you to come boogie with me
We Can
Lift, left, slide, right, all night
It's time to be wild, freestyle
~Bridge~
We can dance, and dance, dance
(Come on baby) Said we can dance, and dance, dance
(One more, whoo) I wanna dance, and dance, dance
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, we can dance, and dance, dance
Come on, freak, freak
(Haaaaa) Freak to the beat
(Haaaaa) Yeah, freak, freak
(Haaaaa) To the beat
(Haaaaa) Yeah, freak, freak
(Haaaaa) Wanna sound sweet
(Haaaaa) Let's freak, freak
(Haaaaa) And groove to the beat
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Ya, what they tell ya'll come here for
If your ain't out there that florr
Your ass be that be bringing a-heas a brawlin more
I'll give it to your warm
Give it to your hardcore
You're all contaminated
I'm gonna keep this pure
Just for your, for yours pleasure
Cause I just wanna do is have a ball, ya'll
Get on the floor ya'll
And freak, freak ya'll
~Bridge 2~
We can dance, and dance, dance
(Come on baby) Said we can dance, and dance, dance
(One more, whoo, whoo, whoo) I wanna dance and dance
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, we can dance, and dance, dance
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
~Guitar solo~
(Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa)
~police sirens~
