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Verse I
hoy pare pakinggan nyo ko
eto nang tunay na filipino
galing sa baryo sa pangbato
pumunta ng LA nagtrabaho
para makatulong sa nanay
dahil sa hirap ng buhay
pero masaya parin ang kulay
pag kumain nagkakamay
yung kanin, chicken adobo
yung balot, binebenta sa kanto
tagay mo na nga ang baso
pare ko inuman na tayo

Verse II
masdan mo ang magagandang dalaga
nakakagigil ang beauty mo talaga
lambingin di nakakasawa
ikaw lang ang gustong kasama
yung bahay o kubo
pagibig mo ay totoo
puso ko’y laging kumikibo
wala kang katulad sa mundo ko
pinoy ka sigaw na, sige
kung maganda ka sigaw na, sige
kung buhay mo’y mahalaga, sige
salamat sa iyong suporta

Bump Ba Bump
by Black Eyed Peas

Album : Monkey Business (2005)

[Will.i.am]
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 gump
(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

Disco Club
by Black Eyed Peas

If the lady’s in the disco club
I’ll freak you in the disco club
And dancing in the disco club
And shaking in the disco club
If you take me to the disco club

Yeah, I’m trying to party on out
Step to the disco can’t work it out
Let’s get go and this party started now
Parties and getting naughty is what I’m all about
So many girlies in the house
With slanging ass bodies and perty ass mouths
After the party we’re going straight to my house
[I got to, go to] Gotta get you on my couch
I rock steady, no doubt
You ask for some of us I let you turn it out
Don’t give me gomma baby baby don’t pout
I don’t want a baby momma, don’t want a spouse

[Chorus 2x]

I like the way that you move
Don’t hold back, baby, do what you do
You make a nigga go ooh
How the hell a woman get as fine as you [so fine]
I’m trying to holler at you
First time I see ya’ I was like ‘hallelujah’
Turn around, let me view ya’
[Got to, got to, got to] Damn I wanna do ya’
Baby let’s get into it
Make moves like me and you was intimate [sexy]
Let’s pretend that this beat is a hot beat blown with intimate
[Hotness] Sex with clothes on
Dancing on the dance floor, getting my bulge on
[Rising] And I got a Trojan
In case we get it, get it going on

[Chorus]

Coz the ladies in the disco club ain’t the ones to be falling in love with
If you go to the disco club protect yourself and don’t fall in love
The ladies in the disco club ain’t the ones to be falling in love with [2x]

Playa listen, yeah, I’m a Miss and I go to clubs and I sip on Cresson
That don’t mean I’m like the rest of them tricks
At a party getting naughty, chasing money and dicks and
No, you got me all wrong brother
No, I’m a woman that’s strong brother
Yeah, it ain’t nothing wrong with a woman in the club getting freaky to the song

Monday at the disco club
Tuesday at the disco club
Wednesday at the disco club
Thursday at the disco club
Friday at the disco club
Saturday at the disco club
Sunday at the disco club
Every day’s the disco club
See us at the disco club
See you at the disco club

We gonna break it on down
Rub it on your belly like a ultrasound
Shake it like a jelly and move around
Really wanna see y’all flaunt your style
Get wild, baby, get a little crazy
Don’t hesitate, won’t take no/maybe
[Move] not like an eviction
But you and me baby could cause some friction
Hmm, as my eyed undress you
Just wanna let you know there’s no pressure
Body conversation, they both want pleasure
But your girl can’t pack more lecture
Hmm, what you gonna do now
Bounce, rock, shake and we can all while out
Let it all flow like a river now
Check me, check me, check ch-check me on out

[Chorus]

Don't Lie
by Black Eyed Peas

Album : Monkey Business (2005)

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry
Hey, baby my nose is getting big
I noticed it be growing when I been telling them fibs
Now you say your trust's getting weaker
Probably coz my lies just started getting deeper
And the reason for my confession is that I learn my lesson
And I really think you have to know the truth
Because I lied and I cheated and I lied a little more
But after I did it I don't know what I did it for
I admit that I have been a little immature
Fucking with your heart like I was the predator
In my book of lies I was the editor and the author
I forged my signature
And now I apologise for what I did to you
Cos what you did to me I did to you

[Chorus]
Nononono baby, nononono don't lie
Nononono, yeah you know know know know you gotta try
What you gonna do when it all comes out
When I see you & what you're all about
Nonono baby, nononono don't lie
Because you know you know you know you know you know you gotta try

She said I'm leaving
Cos she can't take the pain
It's hard to continue this love it ain't the same
Can't forget the things that I’ve done inside her brain
Too many lies committed too many games
She feeling like a fool getting on the last train
Trying to maintain but the feeling won't change
I'm sorry for the things that I've done and what I became
Caught up in living my life in the fast lane
Blinded by lights, cameras, you know the fame
I don't know the reason why I did these things

And I lie and I lie and I lie and I lie
And now our emotions are drained
When you lie and you lie and a little lie lie
And now your emotions are drained

[Chorus]

Yo, I'm lying to my girl even though I love her
And she all in my world
I give her all my attention and diamonds & pearls
She's the one who makes me feel on top of the world
Still I’m lying to my girl, I do it
And I lie and I lie and I lie till there's no turning back
I don't know why, [and I lie and I lie till I don't know who I am]
And then I tell myself

Nononono baby, nononono don't lie
Nononono, yeah you know know know know you gotta try
What you gonna do when it all comes out
When I see you & what you're all about
Nononono baby, nononono don't lie
Nononono baby, nononono
Stop, st-stop st-stop stop stop lying.

Don't Phunk With My Heart
by Black Eyed Peas

Album : Monkey Business (2005)

No, no, no, don’t phunk with my heart
(Yeah)
No, no, no, don’t phunk with my heart

I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby (in love, baby)
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby (in love, baby)

Girl, you know you got me, got me
With your pistol shot me, shot me
And I'm here helplessly
In love and nothing can stop me
You can't stop me cause once I start it
Can't return me cause once you bought it
I'm coming baby, don’t got it (don’t make me wait)
So let’s be about it

No, no, no, don’t phunk with my heart

Baby, have some trustin', trustin'
When I come in lustin', lustin'
Cause I bring you that comfort
I ain’t only here cause I want ya body
I want your mind too
Interestin’s what I find you
And I'm interested in the long haul
Come on girl (yee-haw)

(come on)

I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby (in love, baby)
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby (in love, baby)

No, no, no, don’t phunk with my heart

Girl, you had me, once you kissed me
My love for you is not iffy
I always want you with me
I'll play Bobby and you’ll play Whitney
If you smoke, I'll smoke too
That’s how much I'm in love with you
Crazy is what crazy do
Crazy in love, I'm a crazy fool

No, no, no, don’t phunk with my heart

Why are you so insecure
When you got passion and love her
You always claimin’ I'm a cheater
Think I'd up and go leave ya
For another señorita
You forgot that I need ya
You must’ve caught amnesia
That’s why you don’t believe

(uh, yeah, check it out)

Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing, baby
Cause you know you got me by a string, baby
Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing, baby
Cause you know you got me by a string, baby

Baby girl, you make me feel
You know you make me feel so real
I love you more than sex appeal
(Cause you’re)
That-tha, that tha, that-tha, that girl [6x]

[overlapping]
No, no, no, don’t phunk with my heart [2x]
That-tha, that tha, that-tha, that girl [2x]

I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby (in love, baby) [4x]

Don’t you worry ‘bout a thang, baby
Cause you know you got me by a strang, baby
Don’t you worry ‘bout a thang, baby
Cause you know you got me by a strang, baby

Dum Diddley
by Black Eyed Peas

Album : Monkey Business (2005)

Dum Diddly

by black eyed peas
You know the music make me jump and prance
The B E Peas we keep you rocking on the dance
You know my music make me jump and prance
Dum diddley dum dum diddley dum dum diddley
dum dum diddley diddley
[2x]

Bring on the rhythm; bring on the drums
The rim shack sound like someone gunned
(Pop! Pop!) There go your ear drums
So raise the volume to the maximum
Base booming bout to make your body feel numb
Penetrate your body penetrate your skeleton
This little diddley definitely demonstrates some
Dum diddley dum ¿ so dance to the drum

[Chorus]
Don¿t hurt yourself, take it easy
There¿s no better time than right now
Just let yourself go, o-eh-o
Watch yourself now, and say
[2x]

You know the music make me jump and prance
The B E Peas we keep you rocking on the dance
You know my music make me jump and prance
Dum diddley dum dum diddley dum dum diddley
dum dum diddley diddley
[2x]

Freeze: music Please
Apparently yeah we the true MC¿s
BE Boys no decoys you know the sting
BE Peas till infinity
And we officially also fresh in the scene
So tell me if you see a cool that officially
Hit the whole glow simultaneously
Hit after hit (check out my melody)

[Chorus]

Sim sim sim, blum blum blum
The Black Eyed Peas begun with action
Repeating rhy-rhythm in satisfaction
No need for asking, that¿s what¿s happening
The blimp blimp blimp, the blah blah blau
You didn¿t know me then and you¿ll never know me now
I¿m the Apl.De.Ap, Filipino Ap
You don¿t know my style, yeah let me take you out yeah

[Chorus]

Feel It
by Black Eyed Peas

Album : Monkey Business (2005)

[Chorus]
Can you feel it in your body-ah [can you feel it]
Can you feel it in your body-ah [can you feel it]
Coz I can feel it in my body-ah [I can feel it]
It feels good to my body-ah
To my body, in my body-ah [can you feel it]
Can you feel it in your body-ah [can you feel it]
Coz I can feel it in my body-ah [I can feel it]
It feels good to my body-ah

We gonna make y’all feel it
Make y’all feel it
Make y’all wanna jam
Fellas in the place just clap your hands
Ladies in the house just grab a man
We gonna make y’all feel it
Make y’all feel it
Make y’all wanna move
Lades in the place just show ’em proof
Fellas in the house you know what to do

We gonna make y’all feel it in a special way
A new (?) full of action and exposé
Ladies in the house looking ready to play
And I’m waiting for the right one to pass my way
And in the mean time I’m about to roll up The Hague
We got drinks on the table, tied up our lay
And it’s time to unwind if you’ve had a low day
And ladies, I got something to say

[Chorus]

We gonna make y’all feel it
Make y’all feel it
Make y’all wanna jam
Fellas in the place just clap your hands
Ladies in the house just grab a man
We gonna make y’all feel it
Make y’all feel it
Make y’all wanna move
Lades in the place just show ’em proof
Fellas in the house you know what to do

Feel the vibration of the bass charm
Put your face on the speaker, get your face blown
Get up on the floor, get your dance on
Coz your backbone’s connected to your ass, go on
The ladies all dressed up high fashion [hot!]
Dancing all sexy with passion
Honey, if you don’t mind me asking
Can you feel all that bass in that ass, hun?

[Chorus]

This is it [this is it] gotta keep ‘em moving
Don’t stop [don’t stop] once you get moving
Don’t break [one break] next thing you know
You on top [you on top] so hop to the rhythm
That we stop [don’t stop] get loose and express
What you got [what you got] at least you gotta
Give yourself a shot [a shot] hey never get ‘em up
And what you got?

Can you feel the hy-y-y-ype?
I can feel the hy-y-y-ype
Can you feel the hy-y-y-ype?
I can feel the hy-y-y-ype

[Chorus]

To my body, to my body-ah
To my body, to my body-ah

My Humps
by Black Eyed Peas

Album : Monkey Business (2005)

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love 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 scrubbers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these ice-ys.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and then Donna
Karen, they be sharin’
All their money got me wearin’
Fly gearrr but I ain’t askin,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
Se7en Jeans, True Religion,
I say no, but they keep givin’
So I keep on takin’
And no I ain’t fakin’
We can keep on datin’
I keep on demonstrating.

My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got u,
She’s got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What u gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out)

I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Lets spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.

They say I’m really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin’ at my lump, lump.
U can look but you can’t touch it,
If u touch it I’ma start some drama,
You don’t want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don’t pull on my hand boy,
You ain’t my man, boy,
I’m just tryn’a dance boy,
And move my hump.

My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps x3
In the back and in the front.
My lovin’ got u,
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me.

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gon do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon’ do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I’ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin all your money on me and spendin’ time on me
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me.

My Style
by Black Eyed Peas

Album : Monkey Business (2005)

Lord, have mercy [7x]

[Chorus]
I know that you like my style [2x]
You 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
[So what you sayin’]
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 rocks me
Got my style trademark with the copy
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 in Spanish]

I like to keep my style on singo [singo]
Baby you can call me mijo [mijo]
I make you say “Adios, mijo”
[Spanish]
I make it hot for you if it’s frijo

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

Ba-da-ba-da-ba-da…

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 [Black Eyed Peas]
JT [that’s me]
And we out baby [out baby]

Ba-da-ba-da-ba-ba-ba…

Pump It
by Black Eyed Peas

Album : Monkey Business (2005)

Ha, ha, haaaa
Pump it
Ha ha haaaa
And pump it (louder) [4x]
Turn up the radio, blast your stereo, right

Niggas wanna hate on us
Niggas be envious
And I know why they hating on us
Cause our style’s so fabulous
I’ma be real on us - nobody got nothing on us
Girls be all on us, from London back down to the US (s, s)
We rockin' this contagious, monkey business outrageous
Just confess, your girl admits that we the shit
F-R-E-S-H we fresh, D-E-F, that’s right we def, rock
We definite, B-E-P we reppin' it, so

[Chorus]
Turn it up (turn it up) [3x]
Come on baby just
Pump it (louder) [6x]
And say, oh oh oh oh
Say, oh oh oh oh
Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo right now
This joint is fizzling, it’s sizzling, right

Check this out right here:
Dude wanna hate on us
Dude need to ease on up
Dude wanna act on up
But dude get shut like flavour shut down
Chick say she ain’t down
But chick backstage when we in town
She like man on drum
She wanna hit n' run
Yeah, that’s the scheme, that’s who we do, that’s who we be
B-L-A-C-K E-Y-E-D P to the E, then the A to the S
When we play you shake your ass
Shake it, shake it, shake it girl
Make sure you don’t break it, girl, ’coz we gonna

[Chorus]

Damn, (damn) [5x]

Apl.De.Ap from Philippines
Live and direct, rocking this scene
Breaking on down for the B-boys and B-girls waiting to do they thing
Pump it, louder come on, don’t stop, and keep it going
Do it, let’s get it on, move it
Come on, baby, do it

La-da-di-da-da-di-dy, on the stere-ere-ere-ere-o
Let those speakers blow your mind (blow my mind baby)
Let it go, let it go here we go
La-da-di-da-da-di-dy, on the radi-adi-adi-adi-o
The system’s got me feel so fi-i-i-i-i-i-ine

[Chorus]

They Don't Want Music
by Black Eyed Peas

Album : Monkey Business (2005)

They don't want music, they don't know how to use it
All they want is (a boom, boom, boom, boom)

Hey y'all, John Coltraine yeah he plays the sax
Me, myself I love to max
Up in the studio laying tracks
Burn it on the CD, melt the wax
And now I'm feeling fine
Coz daily music's on my mind
And I feel mellow
When I watch the girl play the cello
Hello to all my fellow peers in here for the quality
Music quality, yeah
That'll be the focus in the top pick of the day
So pass the peas like we used to say
Pass the beats like they used to say
Pass the phunk like they used to say
That's my joint like we used to say
Syncopation the true school way

[Chorus]
I don't know what you came to do
I came to drop the phunk on you
Depends on that sonic sound
But you know what?
They don't want music [2x]
They just want (a boom, boom, boom boom boom [2x])
They don't want music, they don't know how to use it
They don't want music [2x]
They don't want music, they don't know how to use it
The good back horn
They don't want music, they don't know how to use it
All they want is (a boom, boom, boom, boom, boom boom boom)

Oo, lala aw wee wee
Nowadays music is all about fee
The soul is caged no bits now free
Unless the rhyme was rocked by me
I got the balls to bang (baw ba-ba-baw, ba-ba-baw, ba-baw bang)
Yeah, steady, just doing my thang (steady, just steady, just doing my own thang)
I just do it (ha!)
I just do it you know
My momma said to do what you know
So I'ma do what I know
James Brown gave me the fluid
That means a baby could do it
The Peas will do it so

Do it, do it, do it
Get up on the stage and release my fluid
Do my thing, do it through the music
Phunkafied and therapeutic

[Chorus]

Wait a minute!
You got to rock with the phunk (if you wanna have a good time) [2x]
You got to roll with the phunk (if you wanna have a good time) [2x]
You got to roll with the phunk (if you wanna be sweet and fine, hey! Hey! Hey!)
Rock with the punk (if you gonna have a good time)
You got to roll with the phunk (if you wanna have a good time)
A woman that'll phunk your horn now (gimme that phunky horn!)
Play that phunky horn now (gimme that phunky horn)
Gimme that phunky horn now (gimme that phunky horn)
Hey! Hey! Hey!

[Instrumental]

You got to rock with the phunk (if you wanna have a good time)
You've got to roll with the phunk (if you wanna have a good time)
You got to dance with the phunk (if you wanna be sweet and fine)
I said I like to dance with the phunk (if you wanna be sweet and fine)
You've got to shake with the phunk (if you wanna have a good time)
Shaking shaking shaking with the phunk (if you wanna have a good time)

Gimme that phunky horn (gimme that phunky horn)
I need that phunky horn (I need that phunky horn)
Play that phunky horn now (gimme that phunky horn)
... A break down, a break down, a break, get down

Dance everybody move your body through the music
Get it started, get into it
Come on everybody do it
You've got to dance through the music
People doing what you're doing
People grooving with the music
You've got to roll with the phunk

Roll with your phunk (if you're wanna have a good time)
R-O-double-L keep rolling with the phunk (if you're wanna have a good time)
And roll! To a phunky place
I'm rolling (where?)
To a to a to a phunky phunky place
I'm rolling! To a phunky place
I'll be there, I'll be there, I'll be there, I'll be there...
It's phunky, phunk, phunk, phunk phunky...

Union
by Black Eyed Peas

Album : Monkey Business (2005)

[Chorus]

[One for all, one for all]
[It’s all it’s all for one]
Let’s start a union, calling every human
It’s one for all and all for one
Let’s live in unison, calling every citizen
It’s one for all and all for one

We don’t want war- can’t take no more
It’s drastic time for sure
We need a (?) and a cure
Coz do you really think Mohammed got a problem with your whole world
We don’t want war – imagine if any prophet was alive
In current days amongst you and I
You think they’d view life like you and I do
Or would they sit and contemplate on why
Do we live this way, act and behave this way
We still live in (?) today
Coz the peace in the destination of war can’t be the way
There’s no way, so people just be ’em wanna be a man
Realise that you can’t change the world by changing yourself
And understand that we’re all just the same
So when I count to three let’s change

[Chorus]

Got no time for grand philosophy
I barely keep my head above the tide
I got this mortgage, got three kids at school
What you’re saying is the truth, but really troubles me inside
I’d change the world if I could change my mind
If I could live beyond my fears
Exchanging unity for all my insecurity
Exchanging laughter for my tears

[Chorus]

I don’t know, y’all, we in a real deposition
In the midst of all this negative condition
Divided by beliefs, different sink and religion
Why do we keep missing the point in our mission?
Why do we keep killing each other, what’s the reason?
God made us all equal in his vision
I wish that I could make music as a religion
Then we could harmonise together in this mission
Listen, I know it’s really hard to make changes
But two of us could help rearrange this curse
Utilising all the power in our voices
Together we will unite and make the right choice
And fight for education, save the next generation
Come together as one
I don’t understand why it’s never been done
So let’s change on the count of one

It takes one, just one
And then one follows the other one
And then another follows the other one
Next thing you know you got a billion
People doing some wonderful things
People doing some powerful things
Let’s change and do some powerful things
Unity could be a wonderful thing

[Chorus]

Audio Delite At Low Fidelity
by Black Eyed Peas

Album : Monkey Business (2005)

Ever since I was a little young-a
I always had a ryhme that I flung-a
Any situation that you brung up
Black Eyed Peas will shake a party like thunda
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
Muthaf**** don't sit and ponder
Cuz we come with no bloops no blunders
We keep it fat like Atilla the Hun-a
Latin ladies by like ay Corumba
We caliente like you killin' in the summer

[Chorus:]
We gave you something'
Now you gonna ask for some more
But naw brutha you ain't gonna get no more
And I know you really like
This audio delite
Cuz my drum goes dum diddy dum-a
Check it out
One-time-for-ya-mind
Two's for your souuuullll
Three's for your body
And four's for the ambience
Check it out cuz this is how it go

I'm sick with the rhyme
I'm infected
Since '95 the BEP perfected
The way we get down on the record
We comin' up with heat that's not expected
You can't, you can't, you can't help but check it
We stand out like chubby people in checkers
We comin' hectic and hyper
Aimin' like a sniper
And when I rock the mic you'll respect me
You respect it cuz you know
I'm known to kill it
I make it, make it, make it, make it
Hotter than a skillet
And you oughta know you goin' feel it
Black Eyed Peas we do it we're the realest

[Repeat Chorus]

My faith will never fall
Forever remain myself after all
Gainin' fame, mass appeal, entertainin' y'all
Never change or conform
We always rock it raw
I remember when we used to bust at the mall
Ways of expressin' my love for the art
Now we here to restore these rap laws
Cuz the way it is now is not the way I saw so check it
I'ma do it like this
So y'all could recite this
Hip hop anthem once more
I won't let the mic rest
You won't catch me rhyme-less
No matter what the future got in store

Piczo