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Black Eyed Peas - Elephunk Album Lyrics



Black Eyed Peas - Elephunk Lyrics






Hands Up

Check it out, check it out, check it out
Check it out, out, out, check it out
Check it out, check it out, check it out
Check it out, out, out

Hands up, coming with rhythms to make your head jerk
Hands up, we makin' our whole joint short circuit (yo)
Hands high, touch the sky, get 'em up
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up

We gon' make you move, we gon' make it hot (hot)
Elbows above your head because we holding up the spot (hit 'em up)
We gon' get it goin' even if y'all don't be knowing
(Y'all don't be knowing)
'Cause this shit that we throwing get you going, gone retarded
Started up, bangin' like this got me chartin' up
Didn't mean to bump ya, pardon us
Diggin' this cut 'cause we sharpened up
You dumbing it down, we smarten it up
We penetrate even though your guard was up
Get down to the beat 'cause we fallin' up
Electric 'cause we like charging up
We the B-E-Peas, uh
Rhythmic sonic pleaser
Hit ya, hot like fever
Boiling two hundred degrees, ah
You're burning up
Heat's getting low, let me turn it up
Let me f*ck up your ear 'til my sperm is up
In your brain, and the baby Will.i.am's be saying

Hands up, coming with rhythms to make your head jerk
Hands up, we makin' our whole joint short circuit
Hands high, touch the sky, get 'em up
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up
Hands up, coming with rhythms to make your head jerk
Hands up, we makin' our whole joint short circuit
Hands high, touch the sky, get 'em up
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up

I be the, Tabamatic, full manual flows
Deeper than Atlantic O's
Apl.de.ap got ridiculous flows
Catchin' rhythm, makin' them grow
Mathematic Apl will go
Up in the scene we original
You know what I mean, B-E-P mineral
Stormin' strong for the several
Baracade laid for you terribles
Ho, I'm the chief (Filipino)
Letting you know we about to blow
Will.i.am, Ap and Tab double O
Set 'em up, shut 'em down, get 'em up
Time for us to raise it up
Never going down, always heading up
Raise your hands 'cause we blaze it up
Anybody here who waited long
To you, I dedicate this song (la-la)
Ain't nothing wrong, gotta make it right
Straight to the point, this is the new joint
And you know this is the jam y'all
Come on down and dance y'all
Have a ball y'all, throw your hands up

Hands up, coming with rhythms to make your head jerk
Hands up, we makin' our whole joint short circuit
Hands high, touch the sky, get 'em up
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up
Hands up, coming with rhythms to make your head jerk
Hands up, we makin' our whole joint short circuit
Hands high, touch the sky, get 'em up
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up

Black Eyed Peas will announce
Something that you can't avoid
You need to b-b-b-bounce to this
B-b-b-b-b-bounce to our joint
We come with more than an ounce
More like a ton full of noise
So b-b-b-b-bounce to this
B-b-b-b-b-b-bounce to our joint
(Everybody bounce) c'mon
We came to get ya, get ya
Bouncin' so get ya, get ya
Ass up we got ya, got ya
Movin', let's make it hotter
Hotter than molten lava
Bubblin' like boilin' water
Ah (you get 'em up, what?)

Hands up, coming with rhythms to make your head jerk
Hands up, we makin' our whole joint short circuit
Hands high, touch the sky, get 'em up
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up
Hands up, coming with rhythms to make your head jerk
Hands up, we makin' our whole joint short circuit
Hands high, touch the sky, get 'em up
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up
Hands up, get ya hands up
Get ya hands in the air like it's a stick-up
Hands up, get ya hands up
The reason why they up because we rip shit up

We the riggy-riggy-riggy-riggy-riggy-riggy-rah
The higgy-higgy-higgy-higgy-higgy-higgy-hah
The riggy-riggy-riggy-riggy-riggy-riggy rah
The riggy-riggy, riggy, riggy-riggy, riggy
Riggy-riggy, riggy, ri-ri-riggy, ri-ri-riggy
Riggy-riggy, ri-ri-ri-riggy
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Writer: Allan Pineda, Jaime Gomez, Will Adams, Jean Baptist Kouame, Billy May, Vivanco Moises, George Pajon Jr., Michael Fratantuno
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, TUONO MUSIC




Labor Day (It's a Holiday)

When I stepped in the room
I bring the heat like the month of June
Crank the volume, make the bass go boom
Wild out like we some wild baboons (ooh-ooh)
We go bananas to the tune
I wanna throw 'bows, give me elbow room (move, nigga)
When I'm out my cocoon I'm ready to consume
Let's hit the saloon 'cause
It's a holiday, pardon me as I celebrate
And that's the way we do it
We get a little loopy off the ignorant fluid
And act a little stupid just in case you didn't knew it
That's just how we do it, don't ask why we do it (ooh-ooh)
That's just the way it be
Lovin' double D's, up at the A-D
When I party in Hollywood, V-I-P
I don't understand the S-T-O-P 'cause

We party forever and get down together
We don't stop, no, and we don't quit
Let's get it going 'cause you know we gon' celebrate
'Cause it's a holiday, I don't work today
Or the next three days
So let's celebrate, 'cause it's a holiday
I don't work today, nah
Pardon me as I celebrate (ooh-ooh)

It's time to celebrate
Servin' up beatbox on a hot plate
Like that y'all, we on a festive date
Make you go ape then raise your heart rate (ooh-ooh)
We gon' stay out late
Party 'til the morning and wake up late
We do it to the day break
Go on and on and then on and on and (ooh-ooh)
Dance to my rhyme
I could holla acappellas deaf 'til you're blind
You're mine, baby
Take you too the moon from your behind, baby
Take a super moment, just recline, baby
Cock me back and stroke my nine, baby
We don't stop, girl, we don't quit (no)
We don't quit (no), we don't quit

We party forever and get down together
We don't stop, no, and we don't quit
Let's get it going 'cause you know we gon' celebrate
'Cause it's a holiday, I don't work today
Or the next three days
So let's celebrate, 'cause it's a holiday
I don't work today, nah
Pardon me as I celebrate

Don't stop me, just push it
Don't stop it, just push it
Move your body and push it
Get naughty and push it
We gon' party and bullshit
We gon' party and push it
Move your body and push it
Get naughty and push it, 'cause

It's a holiday, pardon me as I celebrate (ooh-ooh)

It's time to get wasted and scope the whole place
For girls with cute faces (ooh-ooh)
'Cause I see some fly mamas so pack your pajamas
But don't bring the drama (ooh-ooh)
But you could bring your melody
I'll plug in my mic and sing my harmonies (la la la)
For how many times we gonna hit it
How many times we gonna split it
How many times you gonna get it (get it)
Or else you are gonna wanna come over
You're gonna have to wanna (man)
'Cause I'm the alligator champ
Driving the train, driving the train
Or you could throw your friend and I switch my lane
And get buddy buddy with your friend Mary Jane
She really blows my brain (brain)
She really blows my brain (brain)

We party forever and get down together
We don't stop, no, and we don't quit (yeah)
Let's get it going 'cause you know we gon' celebrate
(Said we do it everyday)
'Cause it's a holiday (and we do it every night)
I don't work today (and we do it at the club)
Yeah, uh, it's my birthday
So let's celebrate, 'cause it's a holiday
I don't work today, nah
Pardon me as I celebrate
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Writer: James Brown, Phelps Catfish Collins, William Earl Collins, John Griggs, Clayton C. Gunnels, Darrell Jamison, Robert McCollough, Clyde Stubblefield, Frank Waddy, Will Adams, Allan Pineda, Thomas Van Musser, Curtis Lee Hudson, Lisa C Stevens
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Lets Get Retarded

Let's get retarded in here

And the bass keeps running, running and runnin runnin'
And runnin' runnin' and runnin' runnin' and runnin' runnin'
And runnin' runnin' and runnin' runnin, and runnin' runnnin' and

In this context, there's no disrespect
So when I bust my rhyme, you break ya necks
We got five minutes for us to disconnect
From all intellect and let the rhythm effect

Obstacles and inhibition follow your intuition
Free your inner soul and break away from tradition
Cause when we be out, girlie's pull their weave out
You wouldn't believe how we wow shit out
Burnin 'til it's burned out, turn it 'til it's turned out
Act up from North West East South

Everbody, everybody, just get into it, get stupid
Get retarded, get retarded, get retarded
Let's get retarded, (ha) let's get retarded (in here)
Let's get retarded, (ha) let's get retarded (in here)
Let's get retarded, (ha) let's get retarded (in here)
Let's get retarded, (ha) let's get retarded (in here) yeah

Lose control, up outta your soul
Don't move to fast, people, just take it slow
Don't get ahead, just jump into it
Y'all hear about it, the peas will do it
Get started, get stupid
Don't worry about it, people will walk you through it
Step by step like your into new kid
Inch by inch with the new solution
Transmit hits with no delusion
The feeling's irresistible and thats how we move it

Everbody, everybody, just get into it, get stupid
Get retarded, get retarded, get retarded
Let's get retarded, (ha) let's get retarded (in here)
Let's get retarded, (ha) let's get retarded (in here)
Let's get retarded, (ha) let's get retarded (in here)
Let's get retarded, (ha) let's get retarded (in here) yeah

Runnin' runnin' and runnin' runnin' and runnin' runnin'

Come on y'all, let's get (cuckoo), let's get (cuckoo) in here
Why not get (cuckoo), let's get (cuckoo) in here
Why not get (cuckoo), let's get (cuckoo) in here

Ohh ohh ohh, yada, yada, yada, yada, yada, yada, yada
Yada, yada, yada, yada, yada, yada, yada, yada, yada

Let's get ill, thats the deal
Apple the gate, and Will bring the thugged out drill (just)
Lose your mind, this is the time
Y'all can't stand still, trust and bang your spine (just)
Bob your head like epilepsy
Up inside the club or in your Bentley
Get messy, loud and sick
You mind pass normal or another head trip
So, come them now, do not correct it
Let's get ignorant, let's get hectic

Everybody, everybody, just get into it, get stupid
Get retarded, get retarded, get retarded
Let's get retarded, (ha) let's get retarded (in here)
Let's get retarded, (ha) let's get retarded (in here)
Let's get retarded, (ha) let's get retarded (in here)
Let's get retarded, (ha) let's get retarded (in here) yeah

Whoa, cuckoo, cuckoo, in here
Let's get cuckoo, cuckoo in here
Let's get cuckoo, cuckoo in here
Ohh ohh ohh, yada, yada, yada, yada, yada, yada, yada
Yada, yada, yada, yada, yada, yada, yada, yada, yada

And runnin' runnin' and runnin' runnin' and runnin' runnin' and
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Allan Pineda, George Pajon, Jaime Gomez, Michael Fratantuno, Terence Yoshiaki, Will Adams
Copyright: Lyrics © Kanjian Music, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Hey Mama

(La, la, la, la, la)
Hey mama, it's that shit that makes you move, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma
(Rewind)
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
The way your body look really make me feel naughty
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
The way your body look really make me feel naughty

I got a naughty naughty style and a naughty naughty crew
But everything I do, I do just for you
I'm a little bit of Or, and a bigger bit of Nu
The true niggers know that the peas come through
We never cease (no), we never die no we never disease(no)
We multiply like we mathematics
Then we drop bombs like we in the middle east
(The bomb bombas, the base move dramas)
Nah y'all knaw, who we are
Y'all knaw, we the stars
Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards
And, lookin' hot without body guards
(I do) what I can
(Y'all come through) Will.i.am
And still I stand, with still mic in hand
(So come on mama, dance to the druma)

Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
(Hey) Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
(Yaw) We the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(Hey) So shake your bambama, come on now mama
Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
(Hey) Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
(Yaw) we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(La, la, la, la, la)

We the big town stumpas, and and big sound pumpas
The beat bump bumpas in your trunk trunkas
The girlies in the club with the big plump plumpas
And when I'm makin' love, my hip hump humps
It never quits (no) we need to carry 9mm clips (no)
Don't wanna squize trigger, just wanna squeeze tits
(Lubaluba) 'Cause we the show stoppas
And the chief rockas, number one chief rockas
Naw y'all knaw, who we are
Y'all knaw, we the stars
Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards
How we rockin' it girl, without body guards
Now she be, Fergie from the crew bep, come and take heed, as we take the lead
(So come on bubba, dance to the druma)

Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
(Yaw) Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
(Yuh) We the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(Nah, nah)
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
The way your body look really make me feel naughty

But the race is not, for the Swiss
But who really can, take control of it
And tippa irie and the black eyed peas will be there
'Til infiniti, 'til infiniti, 'til infiniti, 'til infiniti
Tippa is out

Nosa dima shock, nosa dima ting
Every time you sit there I hear, bling bling
O wata ting, hear blacka sing
Grinding, and winding
And the madda be moving in a perfect timing
And we dance and dance to the end of the thing
And we're really to nice, it finga akin
Like rice and peas and chicken and bling

Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
(Hey) Get on the floor and move your booty mama
(Yaw) We the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(Hey) So shake your bambama, come on now mama
Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
(Hey) Get on the floor and move your booty mama
(Yaw) We the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(la la la la la)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Anthony Henry, Will Adams
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Shut Up

Shut up, just shut up, shut up
Shut up, just shut up, shut up
Shut up, just shut up, shut up
Shut it up, just shut up, shut up
Shut up, just shut up, shut up
Shut up, just shut up, shut up (oh no)
Shut up, just shut up, shut up
Shut it up, just shut up, shut up

We try to take it slow
But we're still losin' control
And we try to make it work
But it still ends up the worst, and I'm crazy
For tryna be your lady
I think I'm goin' crazy

Girl, me and you were just fine, you know
We wine and dine
Did them things that couples do when in love (you know)
Walks on the beach and stuff (you know)
Things that lovers say and do
I love you boo, I love you too
I miss you a lot, I miss you even more
That's why I flew you out when we was on tour
But then something got outta hand
You start yellin' when I'm with my friends
Even though I had legitimate reasons (bullshit)
You know I have to make them dividends (bullshit)
How could you trust your private eyes, girl?
That's why you don't believe my lies, and quick to say

Shut up, just shut up, shut up
Shut it up, just shut up, shut up
We try to take it slow
But we're still losin' control
And we try to make it work
But it still ends up the worst, and I'm crazy
For tryna be your lady
I think I'm goin' crazy

Why does emotion gotta move so fast?
Love is progress if you could make it last
Why is it that you just lose control?
Every time you agree on takin' it slow
So why is it got to be so damn tough?
'Cause fools in lust could never get enough of love
Showin' him the love that you be givin'
Changing up your livin' for a lovin' transition
Girl, it's a mission tryna get you to listen
We mad at each other has become our tradition
You yell, I yell, everybody yells
Got neighbors across the street sayin'
"Who the hell?"
Who the hell? What the hell's goin' down?
Too much of the bickering
Kill it with the sound and

Shut up, just shut up, shut up
Shut it up, just shut up, shut up
We try to take it slow
But we're still losin' control
And we try to make it work
But it still ends up the worst
And I'm crazy (for what?)
(Crazy for what?) For tryna be your lady (oh yeah)
I think I'm goin' crazy

Shut up, just shut up, shut up (what?)
Shut up, just shut up, shut up (whatcha say?)
Shut up, just shut up, shut up (what?)
Shut it up, just shut up, shut up (girl, whatcha say?)
Shut up, just shut up, shut up (girl, whatcha say?)
Shut up, just shut up, shut up (no, girl)
Shut up, just shut up, shut up
Shut it up, just shut up, shut up

Girl, our love is dying
Why did you stop tryin'
I never been a quiter
But I do deserve better
Believe me I will do bad
Let's forget the past and start this new plan
Why? 'Cause it's the same old routine
And then next week I hear them scream
Girl, I know you're tired of the things they say
You're damn right
'Cause I heard them lame dame excuses just yesterday
That was a different thing
No, it ain't
That was a different thing
No, it ain't
That was a different thing
It was the same damn thing
Same ass excuses
Boy you're useless
Whoa, oh

Shut up, just shut up, shut up
Shut up, just shut up, shut up
Shut up, just shut up, shut up
Shut it up, just shut up, shut up
Shut up, just shut up, shut up
(Don't go now, no please, I don't know)
Shut up, just shut up, shut up (oh no)
Shut up, just shut up, shut up
Shut it up, just shut up, shut up

Stop the talking, baby
Or I start walking, baby
Stop the talking, baby (yeah, yeah)
Or I start walking, baby
Stop the talking, baby
Or I start walking, baby
Stop the talking, baby (no, oh, oh, oh)
Or I start walking, baby
Stop the talking, baby (is that all there is?)
Or I start walking, baby
Stop the talking, baby (is that all there is?)
Or I start walking, baby
Stop the talking, baby (is that all there is?)
Or I start walking, baby
Stop the talking, baby (is that all there is?)
Or I start walking, baby
Stop the talking, baby (is that all there is?)
Or I start walking, baby
Stop your yapping, baby (is that all there is?)
Look what happened, baby
Stop the talking, baby (is that all there is?)
Or I start walking, baby
Stop your yapping, baby (is that all there is?)
Look what happened, baby
Is that all there is?
Is that all there is?
Is that all there is?
Is that all there is?
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Writer: Will Adams, Jaime Gomez, George Jr Pajon
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management




Smells Like Funk

Yeah, that's Funky (Funky)
Yeah, that's Funky (Funky)
Yeah, that's Funky (Funky)

If it smells like Funk it must be us
The Funk Funk full foul stinky it's stanky stuff
If it smells like Funk it must be us
The Funk Funk full foul stinky it's stanky stuff
If it smells like Funk it must be us
The Funk Funk full foul stinky it's stanky stuff
If it smells like Funk it must be us
Cause nobody's Funky as us, Cause we keep it Stinky (Stinky)
We keep it Stinky, (Stinky)
We keep it Stinky, (Stinky)
We keep it Stinky, (Stinky)
Stinky, Stinky, Stinky,

The Funk phenomenon, we Funk you on n' on
There's no need to hold your nose,
Cause this pong sing like a rouge

Big booty Funk, Toe jam Funk,
Underarm Funk, like you headlocking a Skunk'
Reaking like diseased athleates feet,
The stench didn't come till after this beat
Smellin' like droors no weezin no pause
Put your hand up on the speakers get smelly ass paws
You know we was coming before we entered the door
Cause you could smell the rhyme when we was walking down the hall
We bring the Funk worse then a wet dog
Stinkin' like fat ladies shittin' out Logs
We drop enough shit and keep them toilets clogged
Keep the people jumpin' like them Bullfrogs
The first one who smelt it ain't the one who delt it
Black Eyed Peas keep the scent blind like delta
Funky like onions you fryin' (Sure is Funky) girl you ain't lyin'

[CHORUS]

Yo' you Funkin' with the Funk family
The non fabricated factual faculty'
We formulatin' up in a factory
Focusin' on the energid' of fluid flow free'
We flawless, everything is for free
We florish and we flaunt our flavour freshly, huh'
Can you believe we flip the frequency's and
Freak MCs they leave all franticaly but'
Our intent is ought to be friendly but'
They fightin' when we start the freestylin' frenzy
I conk up ya' flat till your girlfriend beef
Fillin all anatomy, bringin' me flatery, huh'
She'll be diggin these rhymes that ease beats
Like celulite lyrics so flabby
We bring the funk to your festivities
If you think something stank then it must be the peas!

If it smells like Funk it must be us
The Funk Funk full foul stinky it's stanky stuff
If it smells like Funk it must be us
The Funk Funk full foul stinky it's stanky stuff
If it smells like Funk it must be us
The Funk Funk full foul stinky it's stanky stuff
If it smells like Funk it must be us
Cause nobody's Funky as us, cause we keep it Stinky
(Funky, Funky, Funky, Funky)

Celulite overweight stankin' MCs
Stench smells so strong it's insanitary
Cause you can sense me a mile away so Chanky
With the jungle Funk sound from Serengeti
Meaty, Fat, Nasty like miss Fat booty's tights
Gettin' dirty like mudfights and dirtbikes
Turning these droors black they used to be white
And we shitin' on these tracks that you gonna' need to wipe
The odour's so contagious that it shows up in your dream
Man you could pick me out like food in between
Your two front teeth cause you be lackin' the streets
We got beefy ass beats that we bumpin' in the streets
We so nice n' sweet like steak box n' feet
Sour underarm Funk you ain't washed in a week
And man we be reekin' every day or weekend
We could all bounce to the Funk and the season

Haha haha
Yeah that's Funky',
Yeah that's Funky'

Every smell is of a porker
then you know it got to be nobody other than Apl, Will n' Taboo
Cause if you know that if it smells like Funk then it must be us
If you smellin' Fat Funk then it must be us
If you smellin' something Funky
then you know it got to be nobody other than Apl, Will n' Taboo
Cause you know that if it smells like Funk than it must be us
If you smellin' elephants than it must be us
If you smellin' somethin Funky
then you know it got to be nobody other than Apl, Will n' Taboo
Cause you know that if it smells like Funk then it must be us
If you smellin' elephant shit then it must be us [FADE]
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Writer: ALLAN PINEDA, WILL ADAMS, GEORGE JR PAJON, MICHAEL FRATANTUNO
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management, TUONO MUSIC




Latin Girls

Mira mira mira mira mira....
Mira mira mira mira mira....
Mira mira mira mira mira....
Mira mira yo quiero

Cuban girls, Cuban girls, I like em'
Puerto Rican girls, Puerto Rican girls, yo quiero
Mexican girls, Mexican girls, yo quiero
Spanish girls, Spanish girls, I like em'
Girls, Girls, Latin girls
Latin girls, Latin girls
Latin girls, What's happenin' girls?
What's happenin' girl? What's happenin?

I like Latin dem Latin women (I do)
And they love me cause I'm that man
With cocoa nuts and chocolate skin
I'm that mocha masculine
Feminines that are Latin call ya friends
And call your cousins cause I know you got dozens of them
Marias, Elizabeths, Sonyas and Blancas
When I see ya you can get boned if ya wanta
Yo quiero en I'm sincero
If you never had an ichi let me be your primero
We can hit the channel we can dance the bolero
Have a shopping spree and you can spend my dinero
But...
I wish you was more like JLo
(my love don't cost) Cause love don't cost a thing
So why don't you let this king love the queen of Argentin
Girl you know I know you know what I mean
Cause I like them'

Cuban girls, Cuban girls, I like em'
Puerto Rican girls, Puerto Rican girls, yo quiero'
Mexican girls, Mexican girls, yo quiero'
Spanish girls, Spanish girls, I like em'
Girls, Girls, Latin girls'
Latin girls, Latin girls'
You makin me hot girl!
What's happnin' girl? What's happnin? (oh!)

Que onda
Que quieres con mi
Mira muchacha esta es para ti
Latina chicana por mi
Mas finas me gusta me a si
Mira ah, mira ah, mira ah, mami
Esperate, esperate, esperate aqui
We could connect and act humanly
Indulge in animal instincts so we...
We could have conversation or...
Sexual relation or...
We could explore find out more
About things that we done before
Whether it be kinky thoughts
I'm a make your chonies drop
Watch as this shorty rock
I'll make your trick drop
They call me cum a lot
I like em'

[Chorus]

Latin girls, Latin girls'
Latin girls, Latin girls'

Que pasa senorita
You a bronze skin mama
Me a mama son I wanna take you to Havana
We could get down every day of the semana
Dance to the music and follow the guitarra

(Clap, Clap, Clap, Come on)

Dame un momento quelo vuelvo como peso
Take you to Philippines then you don't have to spend a peso

We got connection like a novel to Aurida
I can relate cause latin girls look Phillipina
Check your history there's no mystery between us
Destiny made it possible to be us
I know about your culture cause it's mixed with mine
we go together well just like
Beats and rhymes and
Tequilas and limes and
Celeste with pine and
I'll say one more time
I like them'

[Chorus]

Yeah'....
I like em'....
Yo quiero'....
Yo quiero'....
I like em'....
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Writer: ALLAN PINEDA, WILL ADAMS, JAIME GOMEZ, GEORGE PAJON JR., DEBBIE NOVA
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management




Sexy

[Verse 1]
I took ur picture, with one particluar reason and its to capture ur character,
I like to sit and stare at 'cha
Aint nothin wrong with starin at cha
Girl don't be scared at the fact that I envison us getting married and I ain't tryin to rush nuttin
Cuz I aint rushin
It'll take a time like, "whats them things that move slow you knowthem...damn..I cant think cuz u on my mind..."
And when u on my mindi cant find anything to ryhme with ryhme
I gotta ryhme ryhme with mixture
And speakin of mixture
With you I wanna be mixed up
Im like a record and ur like a record
So lets let the DJ mix us
Ur like an elixir
Thats got me tipsy,
This is just like Ripley's "Believe it or not" girl
But I love you

[chorus]
Girl u really got me goin
Outta control
I dot know what im doin
Lets let it go
And do what we do best
Take off our clothes
We look better undressed

[Bridge-repeat 2x]
Yes to sex
Yes to sex
No to War
No to war
Fightin' is rightin'
Fightin' is rightin'
Yes to sex
It's so much more exciting
Yes to sex
Yes to sex
No to War
No to war
Fightin is frightning
Fightin is frightening
Yes to sex
It's so much more exciting

[Verse 2]
For you im a fanatic
Im a addict
Ur sexy antics turn me on like automatic
No need to get dramatic
But I gotta have it
(gimme gimme gimme gimme)
Gimme some of them sexual acrobatics
Kama sutra girl, anything that suits you girl
Stuff that you ain't used to girl
Come over here and let me show you just how Willy do it
Im a freak and u knew it
Ur a freak and I knew it
Baby lets get to it
'cause...

[chorus]

Its called the S E X X X X
(YES YES YES)

[Verse 3]
U take me to extasy
Witout takin extasty
Its exactly like extasy
When u layin right next to me
Im sexin' u
Sexin u
U sexin me
Sexin me
Its feels so damn natural
Wut we doin so naturally
Im likin u rubbin' me
And u likin me rubbin' u
Da passions emaculate
While u lovin me lovin u
I put L-O-V-E in you I love me puttin' me in you
Make love to you
Just like Sergio Mendez plays the piano
[Play]

[Piano plays]
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Writer: ANTONIO CARLOS JOBIM, VINICIUS DE MORAES
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Fly Away

When the world changes you adjust
So on this joint right here we about to take flight y'all

Check it out y'all, check it out y'all
Yo buddy what you gonna do
Give it up give it up yeah
What we came to do
Show these people how we do it
Mix it up mix it up yeah
It's Black Eyed Peas y'all
So check it out

You're here, so gone,
This dusk as sudden night turns to dawn
I know you've already been here too long
Too long too long
Although you won't see me fall from grace
You step on my soul as you walk away
My demons you'll never know
I'm letting you go

[Chorus]
Fly away now
Give it up give it up
Get back on that truck
Got to keep movin'
Keep rappin' it up
Mix it up mix it up
Before the next stop
You got to go now
And fill up your cup
Fly away now fly away now
Switch it up switch it up
Go hop on that bus
No need to blow the horn
I'll be tough, hey

You take a piece of me
With you forever but darling I see
The world is who you belong to, not me
So I set you free

[Chorus]

I be fallin' up, never fallin' down
'Cause I spread my wings
And I glide around town
I let you go I know this
Find your home I miss you so
Spread your wings let it flow
Oh oh oh oh...

I be fallin' up, never fallin' down
Cause I keep it on a high level, elevated ground

Live it up live it up
Get back on that truck
Got to keep movin' you rappin' it up
Mix it up mix it up
Before the next stop
You got to go now
And fill up your cup

Got to get goin'
Fly away now
Gettin' goin' now
Fly away now

Switch it up switch it up
Go hop on that bus
No need to blow the horn
I'll be tough, hey

Get back on that truck
Got to keep movin' you rappin' it up
Mix it up mix it up
Before the next stop
You got to go now
And fill up your cup

Got to get going
Fly away now
Taking flight now
Oh oh oh oh...

Switch it up switch it up
Go hop on that bus
No need to blow the horn
I'll be tough, ahhhhhh
Flip it up flip it up
Taking flight now
Oh oh oh oh...
Getting going baby
Switch it up switch it up
Taking flight now
Oh oh oh oh...
Live it up live it up
Fly away now
Switch it up
Fly away now
Taking flight baby
Oh oh oh oh...
Doin' what right now
Oh oh oh oh...
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Writer: WILL ADAMS, RAYMOND BRADY, STACY FERGUSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




The Boogie That Be

[Computerized police sirens]

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 that be
You know I
Want you to come boogie with me
We can
Dip left, slide right, all night
It's time to be wild, freestyle

It's on and poppin'
Ain't no stoppin'
Us from rockin'
From tonight till ten o'clockin'
In the morning
Got neighbors knockin' (sign 'em now)
F*ck 'em go call them cops and
Watch 'em kids walk and start boppin'
Heads to what that DJ droppin'
He play funk punkin', hip-hoppin'
Breakin' laws, yeah culture shockin'
We be pop lockin' and moshing
I get down and groove to cuts (yeah)
Check mark on 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]

[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

Heat rock makin'
Street block shakin'
Club life's great when its house breakin'
Speakers thumpin'
Whole joint jumpin'
Disco funkin' get your booty bumpin'
This beats bangin'
I'm rap talkin'
Sweet beats bangin'
Keep your feet hopping
Dirty dancing
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 to it
I wanna do it, with you, you
Awwwwwwwwww

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

Come on, freak, freak
(Haaaa)Freak to the beat
(Haaaa)Yeah, freak, freak
(Haaaa)To the beat
(Haaaa)Yeah, freak, freak
(Haaaa)Wanna sound sweet
(Haaaa)Let's freak, freak
(Haaaa)And groove to the beat
Haaaaaaaaaaaaa
Ya'll, what the hell y'all come here for
If your ain't out there on that floor
Your asked me to bringing it, I brought a little more
I'll give it to your warm
Give it to you hardcore
You're all contaminated
I'm gonna keep this pure
Just for your, for yours pleasure
Cause all I wanna' do is have a ball, ya'll
Get on the floor y'all
And freak, freak y'all

[Bridge:]
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, dance
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, we can dance, and dance, dance
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Guitar solo]

(Haaaaaaaaaaaaa)

[Computerized police siren]
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: JOHN STEPHENS, THOMAS MUSSER, WILL ADAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




The Apl Song

[Chorus in Tagalog]
Lapit mga kaibigan at makinig kayo
Ako'y may dala-dalang, balita galing sa bayan ko
Nais kong ipamahagi ang mga kwento
Ang mga pangyayaring nagaganap
Sa lupang pinangako

[English Translation:]
(Come closer my friends and everyone listen
I brought news from my homeland
I'll tell you how we live and what goes on
From my beloved homeland.)

[Verse one, Apl.De.Ap]
Every place got a ghetto this is my version
Check it out...
Listen closely yo, I got a story to tell
A version of my ghetto where life felt for real
Some would call it hell but to me it was heaven
God gave me the grace, amazin' ways of living
How would you feel if you had to catch your meal?
Build a hut to live and to eat and chill in.
Having to pump the water outta the ground
The way we put it down utilizing what is around
Like land for farming, river for fishing
Everyone helpin' each other whenever they can
We makin' it happen, from nothin' to somethin'
That's how we be survivin' back in my homeland

[Chorus]

[Verse two, Apl.De.Ap]
Yo, its been a while but...
I been back home to my homeland, (check it out) to see what's going on
Man it feels good to be back at home
And it's been a decade, on the journey all alone
I was fourteen when I first left Philippines
I've been away half my life, but it felt like a day
To be next to my mom with her home cooked meal
Meant I felt complete, my emotions I feel!
Now life has changed for me in the U.S
But back at home man, life was a mess...
I guess sometimes life's stresses gets you down
On your knees, oh brother I wish I could have helped you out...

[Chorus]
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Writer: ALLAN PINEDA
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management




Anxiety

[ Featuring Papa Roach ]

I feel like I wanna smack somebody
Turn around and bitch slap somebody
But I ain't goin' out bro (no, no, no)
I ain't givin' into it (no, no, no)
Anxieties bash my mind in
Terrorizing my soul like Bin Laden
But I ain't fallin' down bro (no, no, no)
I won't lose control bro (no, no, no)
Shackle and chained
My soul feels stained
I can't explain got an ich on my brain
Lately my whole aim is to maintain
And regain control of my mainframe
My bloods boiling its beatin' out propaine
My train of thoughts more like a runaway train
I'm in a fast car drivin' in a fast lane
In the rain and I'm might just hydroplaine

I don't fear none of my enemies
And I don't fear bullets from Uzi's
I've been dealing with something thats worse than these
That'll make you fall to your knees and thats the
The anxiety the sane and the insane rivalry
Paranoias brought me to my knees
Lord please please please
Take away my anxiety
The sane and the insane rivalry
Paranoias brought me to my knees
Lord please please please
Take away my anxiety

My head keeps running away my brother
The only thing making me stay my brother
But I won't give into it bro (no, no, no)
Gotta get myself back now
God, I can't let my mind be
Tell my enemy is my own
Gots to find my inner wealth
Gots to hold up my thoughts
I can't get caught (no, no, no)
I can't give into it now (no, no, no)
Emotions are trapped set on lock
Got my brain stuck goin through the motions
Only I know what's up
I'm filled up with pain
Tryin' to gain my sanity
Everywhere I turn its a dead end infront of me
With nowhere to go gotta shake this anxiety
Got me feelin' strange paranoia took over me
And its weighin' me down
And I can't run any longer, yo
Knees to the ground

I don't fear none of my enemies
And I don't fear bullets from Uzi's
I've been dealing with something thats worse than these
That'll make you fall to your knees and thats the
The anxiety the sane and the insane rivalry
Paranoias brought me to my knees
Lord please please please
Take away my anxiety
The sane and the insane rivalry
Paranoias brought me to my knees
Lord please please please
Take away my anxiety
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: ALLAN PINEDA, WILL ADAMS, TOBIN ESPERANCE, JACOBY SHADDIX, DAVE BUCKNER
Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, BMG Rights Management




Where Is The Love?

[ Featuring Justin Timberlake ]

What's wrong with the world, mama
People livin' like they ain't got no mamas
I think the whole world's addicted to the drama
Only attracted to things that'll bring the trauma

Overseas, yeah, we tryin' to stop terrorism
But we still got terrorists here livin'
In the USA, the big CIA
The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK

But if you only have love for your own race
Then you only leave space to discriminate
And to discriminate only generates hate
And when you hate then you're bound to get irate, yeah

Madness is what you demonstrate
And that's exactly how anger works and operates
Man, you gotta have love, this'll set us straight
Take control of your mind and meditate
Let your soul gravitate to the love, y'all, y'all

People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach?
And would you turn the other cheek?

Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love? (Love)

Where is the love? (The love)
Where is the love? (The love)
Where is the love? The love, the love?

It just ain't the same, old ways have changed
New days are strange, is the world insane?
If love and peace is so strong
Why are there pieces of love that don't belong?

Nations droppin' bombs
Chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little ones
With ongoin' sufferin' as the youth die young
So ask yourself is the lovin' really gone

So I could ask myself really what is goin' wrong
In this world that we livin' in people keep on givin' in
Makin' wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends
Not respectin' each other, deny thy brother
A war is goin' on but the reason's undercover

The truth is kept secret, and swept under the rug
If you never know truth then you never know love
Where's the love, y'all, come on (I don't know)
Where's the truth, y'all, come on (I don't know)
Where's the love, y'all

People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach?
Or would you turn the other cheek?

Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love? (Love)

Where is the love? (The love)
Where is the love? (The love)
Where is the love? (The love)
Where is the love? (The love)
Where is the love? (The love)
Where is the love? (The love)
Where is the love? The love, the love?

I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder
As I'm gettin' older, y'all, people gets colder
Most of us only care about money makin'
Selfishness got us followin' the wrong direction

Wrong information always shown by the media
Negative images is the main criteria
Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria
Kids wanna act like what they see in the cinema

Yo', whatever happened to the values of humanity
Whatever happened to the fairness and equality
Instead of spreading love we're spreading animosity
Lack of understanding, leading us away from unity

That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' under
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' down
There's no wonder why sometimes I'm feelin' under
Gotta keep my faith alive 'til love is found
Now ask yourself

Where is the love?
Where is the love?
Where is the love?
Where is the love?

Father, Father, Father, help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love?

Sing with me y'all
One world, one world (we only got)
One world, one world (that's all we got)
One world, one world
And something's wrong with it (yeah)
Something's wrong with it (yeah)
Something's wrong with the wo-wo-world, yeah
We only got
(One world, one world)
That's all we got
(One world, one world)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Justin R. Timberlake, Priese Prince Lamont Board, William Adams, Jaime Gomez, Allan Apll Pineda, Mike Fratantuno, George Pajon
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.




Lets Get It Started
(2004 Reissue Bonus Track)

Let's Get It Started, in here...

And the base keep runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and
runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and...

In this context, there's no disrespect, so, when I bust my rhyme, you break your necks.
We got five minutes for us to disconnect, from all intellect collect the rhythm effect.
Obstacles are inefficient, follow your intuition, free your inner soul and break away from tradition.
Coz when we beat out, girl it's pullin without.
You wouldn't believe how we wow shit out.
Burn it till it's burned out.
Turn it till it's turned out.
Act up from north, west, east, south.

[Chorus:]
Everybody, everybody, let's get into it.
Get stupid.
Get it started, get it started, get it started.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here.
Yeah.

Lose control, of body and soul.
Don't move too fast, people, just take it slow.
Don't get ahead, just jump into it.
Ya'll here a body, two pieces to it.
Get stutted, get stupid.
You'll want me body people will walk you through it.
Step by step, like you're into new kid.
Inch by inch with the new solution.
Transmit hits, with no delusion.
The feeling's irresistible and that's how we movin'.

[Chorus:]
Everybody, everybody, let's get into it.
Get stupid.
Get it started, get it started, get it started.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here.
Yeah.

Runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin runnin' and...

C'mon y'all, lets get woohoo!
Lets get woohoo! (in here)
Lets get woohoo!
Lets get woohoo! (in here)
Lets get woohoo!
Lets get woohoo! (in here) Ow, ow, ow!
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya...

Let's get ill, that's the deal.
At the gate, we'll bring the bud top drill. (Just)
Lose your mind this is the time,
Ya'll test this drill, Just and bang your spine. (Just)
Bob your head like me APL de, up inside your club or in your Bentley.
Get messy, loud and sick.
Ya'll mount past slow mo in another head trip. (So)
Come then now do not correct it, let's get ignant let's get hectic.

[Chorus:]
Everybody, everybody, let's get into it.
Get stupid. (Come on)
Get it started (come one), get it started (yeah), get it started.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started
(woah, woah, woah) in here.
Yeah.

Lets get woohoo!
Lets get woohoo! (in here)
Lets get woohoo!
Lets get woohoo! (in here)
Lets get woohoo!
Lets get woohoo! (in here) Ow, ow, ow!
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya...

Runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin'
[fade]
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: ALLAN PINEDA, GEORGE PAJON JR., JAIME GOMEZ, MICHAEL FRATANTUNO, TERENCE YOSHIAKI, WILL ADAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © TUONO MUSIC, HISAKO SONGS






Elephunk is the third studio album by American group the Black Eyed Peas. It was released on June 24, 2003, by A&M Records, Interscope Records and will.i.am Music Group.

The production of Elephunk commenced in August 2001, and was affected by the September 11 attacks, which both caused anxiety to the group members and inspired the songwriting. During the process, Fergie joined the group as the female vocalist, replacing Kim Hill, who departed the group in 2000. The recording sessions went on to be extended until May 2003, which caused its release to be postponed multiple times. The first album to have the group credited as The Black Eyed Peas, Elephunk is a hip hop and pop record incorporating an array of genres, such as R&B, Latin, funk, dancehall, rock and dance. It explores lyrical themes such as relationships, partying and social issues.

Elephunk was met with critical polarity upon its release, directed towards its variety of genres and lyrical content. The Black Eyed Peas' breakthrough album, it was a sleeper hit, debuting at number 33 on the US Billboard 200 and peaking at number 14 after its 2004 reissue. It was certified double platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA), selling over three million units in the United States. Internationally, it peaked atop the charts in Australia and Switzerland, reaching the top ten in nearly every other country. One of the best-selling albums of 2004, the album has sold over nine million copies worldwide. Despite a mixed critical reception, several of the songs were received favorably garnered the album six Grammy Award nominations and one win.

Elephunk produced four singles. "Where Is the Love?" became the group's first top-ten single on the US Billboard Hot 100, peaking at number eight, and reached number one in 15 countries. Its follow-up singles "Shut Up" and "Hey Mama" achieved widespread international success but failed to duplicate the US success of "Where Is the Love?".

Regardless, the former topped the charts in 14 countries, while the latter won an MTV Video Music Award. The final single "Let's Get It Started", a censored re-recording of the track "Let's Get Retarded", peaked at number 21 on the Billboard Hot 100 and won the group their first Grammy Award. The album was further promoted globally with the Elephunk Tour (2004).
Performed By: Black Eyed Peas
Genre(s): Hip hop, pop
Producer(s): will.i.am, apl.de.ap, Ron Fair, Poet Name Life
Length: 59:30
Released: June 24th, 2003
Year: 2003

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