Black Eyed Peas

Yeah, yeah
Check it out, y'all
Just clap your hands y'all, c'mon, c'mon
Clap your hands y'all, c'mon, c'mon
Just clap your hands y'all, c'mon, c'mon
Clap your hands y'all, c'mon, c'mon
Just clap your hands y'all, c'mon, c'mon

It's too much looky-looky-looky
Too much watchy-watchy-wah
They looky-looky-looky
And they watchy-watchy-wah, uh-ah, uh-ah

Tell me why all these ? bumaclutz? try to clown me
I tell em Bewegen away, me need some privacy
Don't Du know I am the man that come up positivity
Never negativity 'cause we create then do-re-mi
My name is will I am from bep
Black eyed peas, numero uno, we be jammin'...

I know I'm not the only one that's filling the void
Creatively hip-hop is being destroyed
A lot of rappers really need to be unemployed
Because the topics that them talk about has got me annoyed
You see I heard it all before, there's no need to repeat it
The forms I vacated, might as well Löschen it
Put your program in and open a new file
You shoulda took your record advance and bought a style
We the only crew that came original
While a lot of other brothers just mimic the pile
The pile that's only designed for pop charts
That contradicts thought, that's the reason we brought
It back cause honestly it lacks...

(Will)
Yea
Kimmy kim kimmy kim kimmy kim kimmy kim
Why don't ya take it to the place where we're fillin' the skylight?
Ahhhh ah ah ahhhh
Where we'll be fillin' in the skylight
Uh huh
Check it out

(will)
We be the connection to
Everything from calypso to
Hip hop down to bee bop
Now come rock slip slide to mine
B-boy niggaz are gonna push butt
Rock-n-roll brothas are bound to serve it up
Got the leak so put the peas on turf
So get your waterproof walkman and go surf
John mcenroe get the kids all wacky
Jamal anderson look now he's from back in
The Tag now he runnin' over niggaz for the fightin'
Instead of lookin'...

[Will.i.am]
Yea (woo)
Uh (woo)
the shit (woo)
ya...
Hey
This is the beat that make Du 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 Du want
Up in the club just do what Du 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 Du got boobies baby keep em all plump
And if Du got...

[Check it] Ever since I was a little younger
I always had a rhyme that I flung up
In any situation that Du brung up
Black Eyed Peas would 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
Motherfuckers [hey!] don't sit and ponder
Coz we come with no blutes, no blunders
We keep it fat like Attila the Honda
Latin ladies be like ‘Ay Karumba'
We calling in there like Du chilling in the summer

[Chorus]
We gave Du some, now Du gonna ask for some more
But no, brother Du ain't gonna get no more
And...

[Chorus:]
We can come for the weekend come (4x)
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey hey!

[Will.i.am:]
I call tab on Wednesday night
So we can make plans for Thursday night
He sagte we could go his the p-bus
I was like, "Yeah that's my Favorit spot"
Plus I Liebe it there cuz I got Liebe on the list
High power there so I don't even get frisk
Walk up in the places and get hugged from the Mrs.
Pounce up on my brothers cuz they know I'm not visses
The place to B-to-let it all out, right when the weekend come
The weekend come, ya'll could come
So tell ya momma and yo poppa come
Come and spin the...

I've got so much Liebe for Du darlin'
And I, I wanna let Du know how I feel

And it's true that I Liebe you
And it's true you're the only one
And I do, I adore you
And it's true, girl

You make me feel alive, ive, ive, ive
You make me feel alive, ive, ive, ive
You make me feel alive, ive, ive, ive
You make me feel alive, ive, ive, ive, ive

You say, Du say, Du say that I'm the only one
You say that I'm your number 1
Now you're gone and I feel numb
Tell me where do we go wrong

You were my best friend and boyfriend
Now it seems like you're my worst friend
I gotta do soul searching
Without Du I'm a whole different...

Intro/Conversation:
Yo son, whatcha think about those Peas, though?
Yo, yo, I don't know, them dudes just be on stage, dancin and stuff...
They on some old Las Vegas bullshit
They Bewegen too much, man
I can't take them fools seriously
I mean, they ain't talk about no 6-4, no Impalas
They ain't shootin nobody (Shootin nobody)
They ain't talkin about clothes
You know what I'm saying?
Yo, my man, I got a plan to do it all (What kind of plan Du got)
I got a plan that none of y'all ever
Talked about 'cause underground niggas don't be thinking
I'm going kinda ?nino? like Lincoln
How can Du make moves when you're...

Boy I think about it every night and Tag
I'm addicted wanna jump inside your Liebe
I wouldn't wanna have it any other way
I'm addicted and I just can't get enough

I just can't get enough
I just can't get enough
I just can't get enough
I just can't get enough

Honey got a sexy all steamin
She givin hotness a new meanin
Perfection mama Du gleamin
Inception Du got a brother dreamin dreamin

Damn baby I'm feignin
I'm trynna holler at you, I'm screamin
Let me Liebe Du down this evenin
Love Du Liebe Du ya Du know Du are my demon

Girl we could form a team and
I could be the king Du could be the...

1+1+1=3
1+1=2
1+3=4
1, 4, 1, 4, 1
1+1+1=3
3+1=4= B.E.P Bitch

Chorus:
Love, love
It's a simple little melody
It's a simple little melody
To me
This is what it sounds like
La, lalalalalala, lala
Lalalalala, lala, lalalala

Baby, why can't it be simple?
Four letters don't gotta be stressful
Thought Liebe was the reason we was here for
Turn around and ya' gegeben me an earful,
That's a no-no, gotta go though
I meant that I actually got a so-so
Gotta mean that Du gotta act loco
That's why Du callin me up on ya' photo
Stop blowin me up on ya' phone yo
And yo' are stressing when I say yo'
I think Du still owe me back on the...

[Will.i.am]
Whatcha gonna do with all that junk
All that trödel, schrott, junk-e- inside your trunk
[Fergie]
I'ma get get get get Du drunk
Get Du Liebe 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 ices
Dolce and Gabbana
Fendi and the Donna
Karan they be sharin'
All their money got me wearing fly
Whether I ain't askin
They say they Liebe mah arsch in
Seven Jeans
True religion
I say no
But they keep givin
So I keep on takin
And no I aint taken
We can keep on datin',
Now...