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Black Eyed Peas - My style

Tekst :

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

Black Eyed Peas - Say goodbye

Tekst :

Chorus:
Children, groovin, women, confusion
Then go away, it s time to understand
Everyone s got to make a livin
Children, groovin, women, confusion
Then go away, it s time to understand
Everyone s got to make a livin
Nineteen-ninety-two and, you and I were fightin
LAPD beatings got the whole world frontin
My man Rodney King and the Reginald ?Deeney?
You could look for justice but I bet you won t find any
Because people getting beatin, news keep repeatin
Chaos and anger, just surely peakin
Yo everybody s runnin, some of them are gunnin
Avalanche the block, feel the anger, wantin something
Cause some of them are frontin
They didnt know the reason
Emotion in the end made it feel like revolution
And yeah, yeah, you can yell out your brains
I tell you right now, we got eight years of chains
Hook:
So hurry up because I m runnin out of clip
Runnin out of time
Runnin out of clip
Runnin out of time
Runnin out of clip
Runnin out of time
Runnin out of clip (What)
Runnin out of time
Chorus
Nineteen-ninety-seven, reduction of a nation
The government is slayin, new laws is what you re facin
Next comes the clonin, they re makin new creation
Secretly forming soldiers of you and they station
No more free education on former segregation
Politics s about affirmative activation
So make a run for the border
Caught by the deporter
The immigration caught you but you got to leave your daughter
We are slowly being slaughtered
So be prepared for the new world order
Yeah, yeah, you can yell out your brains
I tell you right now, we got eight years of chains
Hook
Chorus
Year two-thousand, what s it really holdin
Or is it really right, live beyond on what you re knowing
Or is it that technology is what keeps on going
Could it be that the end of time is what I m showing
I don t see any grass growin
Everything s conquered, we re running out of land
And goddamn yo, I m runnin out of clip
I m almost out of time
Runnin out of
Damn, I m almost out of time
We could all try now but just look up in the sky
We ain t got no ozone left, we are gonna die
Crime and corruption, is the only season
Is it cause the reason is that we out of time
Chorus (2x)

Black Eyed Peas - Ba bump

Tekst :

Yea (woo)
Uh (woo)
the shit (woo)
ya…
Hey
This is the beat that make you 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 you want
Up in the club just do what you 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 you got boobies baby keep em all plump
And if you got blunts s-smoke em if you want
Got a 6 - 4 get pump it in your trunk
Cuz we got biz that been boomin like… (ohh)

Yea nigga don’t frunt
Cuz this beat got you running just like uh
(run forest)

Bump ya bump

And if you got money fellas keep it like Trump
Fellas, huh
Whip out your money
and go get a Honey
and buy what she want
Take her to the ball and try to get her drunk
But if the girl’s UGLY
Then get drunk

This that beat that make ya get crunk
It’s that beat that make ya bump ya bump (ohh)
I’ll give you what ya want

(Ye-eh-eh, Ye-eh-eh, Ye-eh-eh, Ye-eh-eh…)
B to the U to the M to the P
That’s what we gave ya cuz that’s what you need
B to the E to the P make ya bump (ooh)
I’ll give you what you want

I come with rhymes that are dangerous like stunts (yea)
Keep the girls screaming just like trumpets (yea)
Keep the hits from smashing like pumpkins
Get ya drunk like it’s too, too much consumption (ohh)
Throw the assume, there’s no room for assumption
We the crew that keep the funk just funking
The bump just ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bumping (ohh)

We give ya what you want
Some that thing lil some one of
Just like your mamma nigga this beats Chunky
Look imma be real blunt
We punch up cops, no, we don’t get punk’d
Never stagged near the dragon, keep it on jump (ohh)
If you’re askin’ it’s the year of the Monkey
So ba bump ba bump (ohh)

[Fergie]
Do what you want
(Up in the club just do what you want)
Give it to me baby, yea, get off your stump
Brothers on the floor just wiggle your front
Cuz we got rhymes that always triumph, huh
Got blunts s-smoke em if you want
This that beat that make ya, you know the rest

[Will.i.am]
It’s that beat that make ya bump ya bump (ohh)

[Fergie]
I’ll give ya what you want, come on

[Will.i.am]
(Ye-eh-eh, Ye-eh-eh, Ye-eh-eh, Ye-eh-eh…)
B to the U to the M to the P
That’s what we gave ya cuz that’s what you need
B to the E to the P make ya bump (ooh)

This is bumping, bumping, (oh) bumping, bumping
When it’s bumping in your trunk, it takes over me
(This is bumping, bumping) and this is real (bumping, bumping)
cuz I feel
the ba-bump bump ba-bump
This is bumping, bumping, (Oh) bumping, bumping
When the base ba-bumps, ba-bumps it takes over me
(This is bumping, bumping) you know I feel (bumping, bumping)
so unreal
ba-da bump bump da-bump

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