| Ever since I was a little young-a
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| I always had a ryhme that I flung-a
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| Any situation that you brung up
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| Black Eyed Peas will shake a party like thunda
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| Now everybody wanna ask and wonder
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| How the Black Eyed Peas took it from the under
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| From the bottom to the top
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| Now we make your body rock
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| Muthaf**** don’t sit and ponder
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| Cuz we come with no bloops no blunders
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| We keep it fat like Atilla the Hun-a
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| Latin ladies by like ay Corumba
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| We caliente like you killin' in the summer
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| We gave you something'
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| Now you gonna ask for some more
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| But naw brutha you ain’t gonna get no more
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| And I know you really like
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| This audio delite
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| Cuz my drum goes dum diddy dum-a
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| Check it out
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| One-time-for-ya-mind
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| Two’s for your souuuullll
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| Three’s for your body
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| And four’s for the ambience
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| Check it out cuz this is how it go
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| I’m sick with the rhyme
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| I’m infected
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| Since '95 the BEP perfected
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| The way we get down on the record
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| We comin' up with heat that’s not expected
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| You can’t, you can’t, you can’t help but check it
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| We stand out like chubby people in checkers
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| We comin' hectic and hyper
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| Aimin' like a sniper
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| And when I rock the mic you’ll respect me
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| You respect it cuz you know
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| I’m known to kill it
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| I make it, make it, make it, make it
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| Hotter than a skillet
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| And you oughta know you goin' feel it
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| Black Eyed Peas we do it we’re the realest
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| My faith will never fall
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| Forever remain myself after all
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| Gainin' fame, mass appeal, entertainin' y’all
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| Never change or conform
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| We always rock it raw
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| I remember when we used to bust at the mall
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| Ways of expressin' my love for the art
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| Now we here to restore these rap laws
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| Cuz the way it is now is not the way I saw so check it
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| I’ma do it like this
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| So y’all could recite this
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| Hip hop anthem once more
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| I won’t let the mic rest
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| You won’t catch me rhyme-less
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| No matter what the future got in store |