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]
We be fallin up like growin
Niggas don't be knowin our styles we be showin
Extraterrestrial complete show em
Sure, shoney men bring on the spear flow em
Up in the air, into their athmosphere
Let em know we tooken some shit right here
There's no way of knowing where we going from here
But we're prepared to enter war they declare
Motion to motion, we be like ghostin
Black Eyed Peas contain the rhyme with the potion
Got your emotion mingling with us
Any animosity now it's time to hush
Feel the fuckin rush
Chorus (2x):
Say what if you feelin it (Say what, say what)
I know you feelin it (Say what, say what)
Say what if you feelin it (Say what, say what)
I know you feelin it (Say what, say what)
Really y'all, here's how to be free
Just open your mind and relax with the Peas
Let us call our mellow crew, help you out to peep the ease
Like a thirty-five mile cruise, steady summer breeze
Run into your town, run into her town
Feelin my sound spreadin around
We spreadin around like the plague
I got you movin hips, necks and legs
I'm closed to the end
So push me, we magic like hocus
We be fallin up like oh shit
Some shit, that you won't see
Some shit that you can't lose
Some shit that can only be down by you know who
Whatever double the W-I to the L-L
For owning the extraterre-es-tre-el-el
Rockin you the cool-ass rhymes
The cool-ass rhymes, some cool-ass rhymes
Some cool-ass rhymes
Chorus (2x)
My job is to mainly hypnotize
I'ma take over the charts and maneuver through the eyes
Visually on stage, the Peas, we multiply
While equalling the sums of only one try
First is my scarf that presented of the pile
Second adjust my bust that really sound fly
Third gain the zone, the Washa has arrived
Fourth keep my mind and my song online
We purchasin dues that remain state of mind
Equipped with all cultures, a piece of color blind
We keep it on the positive 'cause it is hard to find
Keep it on the positive 'cause it is hard to find
Say what
Chorus (2x)
Say what if you feelin it (Say what, say what)
Say what (Say what)
Say what (Say what)
Say what (Say what)
What, what nigga
Say what
What nigga
