Three, four..
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Chk UHH.. chk UHH..
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I'm the W-I, double-L-I-Am
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Linkin up with the Primo, do it (do it)
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He's the T-to-the-A-to-the-B-oh-oh
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Linkin up with the Primo, do it (do it)
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He's the A-P-L-to-the-D-E-Ap
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Linkin up with the Primo, do it..
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And we the B-to-the-E-to-the-P
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Hookin up with Primo (?) do it (do it)
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[Verse One]
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We comin through to take control of each zip code
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Bridgin the gap from rap to calypso
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We gonna strike each city from 'Frisco
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Tokyo to back to San Luis Obispo
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(??) data, descendants of Amadeus
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Transmitted through your CD's, tapes and record players
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We the crusaders, attack like alligators
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Yo, we're known to elevate like escalators
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Yo, we comin through to control your area
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Black Eyed Peas control your area
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Bringin the vibe that create hysteria
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Wack MC's vacate your area
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We three deep, comin out of yo' speaker
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I'm bustin your woofer and tearin through your tweeter
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Every rapper's talkin bout killin somebody
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but they ain't hip-hop to me (check it out)
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[Chorus]
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This is the hip hip hip, the hop hop hop
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We keep it keep it movin, non non stop
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[scratch "Black Eyed Peas"] Yo, we keep it movin
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[scratch] Yo, we keep it movin
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the hip hip hip, the hop hop hop
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We keep it keep it movin, non non stop
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[scratch "Black Eyed Peas"] Yo, we keep it movin
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[scratch] We got to keep it movin
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[Verse Two]
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It's the Black Eyed Peas (?) climbin up the Empire
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State tower livin is the mission desired
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I see a lot of liars so to dem I cross and fire
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and they lyrics soundin tired, repetitious and expired
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Cool dem down troop before they time get picked
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I can't take dem serious talkin about bullshit
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Got money and cars but, can't bullshit
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and your lyrics are soundin like, some doo doo shit
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While I'm holdin the mic tight, recite livin insight
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so we can all benefit from the artform
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(??) took, (??) you to make dough
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but forgot the main goal, almost lost the soul and got norm
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Cause everybody's talkin bout, high profilin
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but it ain't hip-hop to me (why why why)
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Cause everybody's talkin bout, high profilin
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but it ain't hip-hop to me (so check it out y'all)
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[Chorus]
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[scratch "I like the way the rhythm makes me jump"]
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{"Got black to asian, and caucasian sayin,
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'That's the joint, that's the jam'"}
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[scratch "Let your body collide to the rhythm provided by the"]
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{"Black Eyed Peas"}
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{"Through a nation we build, off the music field
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or a visual thrill, we do what we feel"}
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[Verse Three]
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Yeah, your style's dated and you ain't came out yet
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Don't think you're +fresh+ cause you're rockin them outfits
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I think you're lost, cause you don't know where your route is
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Pick up the mic, put your money where your mouth is
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I pick up the mic and put my lyrics where my mouth is
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Hit your spirit, make you jump out them couches
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Quick agility to slow-like slouches
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with more bounce to the freak of def ounces
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And we announce this, follow us to show you what the sound is
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Primo and the Peas collaboratin like great
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Aiyyo let's do this, let's do this, we show you who the crew is
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Black Eyed Peas is like the rulers leavin all you brothers clueless
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Haters hater us if you wanna, we gon' speak on it
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We gon' tell the world why hip-hop is haunted
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Funny is a drug and MC's is on it
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We gon' take it back to the days of Soulsonic
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[Chorus 2X w/ variations]
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[ad libs to fade]
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BEP Empire
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| Black Eyed Peas |
