| We live and direct
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| From that inner space, outer space
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| Invading your space
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| Aye, yo, baby I’m super duper, super dope, oh
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| I feel like I’m made of solid gold
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| Aye, yo, baby I’m super duper, super dope
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| I’m super baby, I’m super dope
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| I’m super baby, I’m super dope
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| I’m doper than a dope boy
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| Make a lotta dough, call me doughboy
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| Rocking Yves Saint Laurent coat boy
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| Control the whole game remote boy (Booyah!)
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| Motherfucker, I’m a superstar
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| Shine so bright like a quasar
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| Stay on point like a laser
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| Willy got so much flavor (Booyah!)
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| Wanna know about me, go to wiki-wiki
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| I’ma time bomb 'bouta ticky, ticky
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| Sent me on top on a tippy, tippy
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| Only fly chickens, I’m picky, picky
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| So ill I’m sicky, sicky
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| Yeah, got the liquor you can sippy, sippy
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| Me love you long time, no quicky, quicky
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| Lotta girl on my dang, dang, diggy-diggy
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| Aye, yo, baby i’m super duper, super dope, oh
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| I feel like I’m made of solid gold
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| Aye, yo, baby I’m super duper, super dope
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| I’m super baby, i’m super dope
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| I’m super baby, i’m super dope
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| I knock 'em out the box, boy
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| I ain’t something you could stop boy (Booyah!)
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| I’m on fire, yeah, I’m hot boy
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| And I’m that flavor, that you’re not boy (Booyah!)
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| I got 'em sweating like a fat man
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| I’m all up in your head, like a CAT scan
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| Delete 'em and throw 'em in the trash can
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| Attack 'em with the boom-bap original rap man (Booyah!)
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| I’m the cream of the crop boy
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| Supreme cause I’m sitting on the top boy
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| I make it crack cause I rock, boy
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| Constant means that tab don’t stop boy (Booyah!)
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| I kill the game and the coaches
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| Spray lead now they running like roaches
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| Dead prez now here come the vultures
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| Make bread cause I’m coming with that dopeness
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| Aye, yo, baby I’m super duper, super dope, oh
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| I feel like I’m made of solid gold
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| Aye, yo, baby I’m super duper, super dope
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| Drop the beat
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| Body blow, body blow
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| Hit the floor
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| Fight over ring the bell baby di-di-di-ding
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| T.K.O. |
| comatose adios
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| Slow motion on you muddafuckah (Booyah!)
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| Super man, super gun
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| Make 'em run
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| Shoot 'em down with the wicky-wicky, ba-ba-ba-bang
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| Automatic now ya body looking polkadotted
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| Blood splattered, when I hit ya with the «Booyah»
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| Whiplash get the cash get the ching, ching
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| Get the gold, get the jewels, get the bli-bli-bli-bling
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| Get the money, get the cash, get the dough
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| Ten hundred, twenties, baby get that (Booyah!)
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| Dollar sign, dollar sign
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| On the brain, on the mental
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| Got money on my mah-mah-mah-mind
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| Make 'em stop, hammer time
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| Hustle time, keep on hustling
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| Aye, yo, baby i’m super duper, super dope, oh
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| I feel like I’m made of solid gold
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| Aye, yo, baby I’m super duper, super dope
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| I’m super baby, i’m superdope
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| I’m doper than the dope game
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| Making more money than the dope man
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| You see me double fisting holding champagne
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| Got turnt up, till I had no brain
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| Motherfucker I’ma rockstar
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| In a G6 eatin' up the caviar
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| Started from the bottom, now I’m outta here
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| Started from the bottom, now I’m outta here (Booyah!)
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| I be on my hustle getting busy-busy
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| Tokyo to Brussels got me dizzy, dizzy
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| Travel round the world like where is she, is she?
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| Hit me on the phone, I say moshi moshi
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| I keep the 100, never 50/50
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| I keep it hip-hop, never hippy, hippy
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| I don’t luh da coco, no sniffy, sniffy
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| I got soul cause Seoul is my city, city
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| Aye, yo, baby i’m super duper, super dope, oh
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| I feel like I’m made of solid gold
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| Aye, yo, baby I’m super duper, super dope
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| I’m super baby, i’m super dope
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| I’m super baby, i’m super dope |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song DOPENESS, artist - Black Eyed Peas. Album song MASTERS OF THE SUN VOL. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп