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Привет всем поклонникам Fergie и BEP

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Пятница, 12 Января 2007 г. 16:39 + в цитатник
Dashella (Fergie_BEP) все записи автора В колонках играет - Fergie - Fergalicious
Настроение сейчас - Пантовое)

Я обожаю Black Eyed Peas и Fergie!Фёрги-лапа!Девчёнки и мальчишки заходите в мой днев!Там тоже про Black Eyed Peas.Если будуте искать меня по интересмам мой днев там Dashella....ну меня Даша зовут и от этого такое название!Давайде дружить!А этот дневник СУППЕР!

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The Boogie That Be

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Понедельник, 12 Сентября 2005 г. 16:43 + в цитатник
Phantom_of_hope (Fergie_BEP) все записи автора [Computerized police sirens]

Yo, you hear 'em sirens
I know you hear 'em
Don't get scared
It ain't five-o (naw)
That's the funk yo (yeah)
Don't act like you didn't know (hun)
It's just the way it goes (yeah)
When you messin' with the funk (yeah)
You bumpin' in the trunk (yeah)
You it's what you want (yeah)
So just bump, the bump, da-bump
Bump, bump, bump it up

[Chorus:]
Bounce boo, to the boogie beat
You know I
Want you to come boogie with me
We can
Lift, left, slide, right, all night
It's time to be wild, freestyle

It's on and poppin'
Ain't no stoppin'
Us from rockin'
From tonight till ten o'clockin'
In the morning
Got labels knockin' (sign 'em now)
Fuck 'em go call them cops and
Watch 'em kids walk and start boppin'
Heads to what that DJ droppin'
He play funk punkin', hip-hoppin'
Breakin' laws, yeah coaches shockin'
We be pop lockin' and moshing
I get down and groove to cuts (yeah)
Check mark on all groovin' butts
Now days cats is scared to dare (that's right)
This beat plays, whoo
Here's my chance
Come on girl let's go out there
Dance on the floor, haaaa……

[Chorus]

[Bridge:]
We can dance, and dance, dance
(Come on baby) Said we can dance, and dance, dance
(One more, whoo) I wanna dance, and dance, dance
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, we can dance, and dance, dance

[Jaime Gomez:]
Fergie's chillin'
Always illin'
The way I make you sway, ya feelin'
That's how it is
Get down and jam
If ya'll don't understand
Check it

He rock bacons
Street block shakin'
Club life's great when its house breakin'
Speak the thumpin'
Hold your jumpin'
Disco funkin' get your booty bumpin'
This beats bangin'
I'm rap talkin'
Sweet beats bangin'
Keep your feet hopping
Dirty dancing
Nasty, naughty
Move that Jessie
Pump it hottie

Cause when I hear music
I just lose it
I wanna do it, with you, you, you, you
And when I hear music
I get in too it
I wanna do it, with you, you
Awwwwwwwwww

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

Come on, freak, freak
(Haaaa)Freak to the beat
(Haaaa)Yeah, freak, freak
(Haaaa)To the beat
(Haaaa)Yeah, freak, freak
(Haaaa)Wanna sound sweet
(Haaaa)Let's freak, freak
(Haaaa)And groove to the beat
Haaaaaaaaaaaaa
Ya, what they tell ya'll come here for
If your ain't out there on that floor
Your ass be that be bringing a-head a brawlin' more
I'll give it to your warm
Give it to you hardcore
You're all contaminated
I'm gonna keep this pure
Just for your, for yours pleasure
Cause I just wanna do is have a ball, y'all
Get on the floor y'all
And freak, freak y'all

[Bridge:]
We can dance, and dance, dance
(Come on baby) Said we can dance, and dance, dance
(One more, whoo, whoo, whoo) I wanna dance, and dance, dance
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, we can dance, and dance, dance
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Guitar solo]

(Haaaaaaaaaaaaa)

[Computerized police siren]
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Fly Away

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Понедельник, 12 Сентября 2005 г. 16:42 + в цитатник
Phantom_of_hope (Fergie_BEP) все записи автора When the world changes, you adjust
So, on this joint right here we about to take flight ya'll
(Oo ooo)Check it out ya'll (Oo ooo)check it out ya'll
Yo Fergie what ya gonna do? (flip it out)

Yeah, what we came to do, show these people how we gonna do (mix it up)
Yeah, its Balck Eye Peas ya'll
So, check it out (ay)

You're here, so gone
this dark has got suddenly turned into dawn
I know you've already been here too long, too long, too long
Although you won't see me fall from grace
You step on my solace you walk away
My demise you'll never know
I'm letting you go

(Fly away now)
Flip it up Flip it up get back on the truck
Got to keep moving keep reppin' it up
Mix it up Mix it up time for the next stop
You got to go now and fill yourself
(Fly away now,fly away now)
Switch it up Switch it up go hop on that bus
Don't need to blow the horn I'll be tough, hey

You take me from me
With you forever, but darling I see
The world is who you belong to, not me
So I set you free

(Fly away now)
Flip it up Flip it up get back on the truck
Got to keep moving keep reppin' it up
Mix it up Mix it up time for the next stop
You got to go now and fill yourself
(Fly away now, fly away now)
Switch it up Switch it up go hop on that bus
Don't need to blow the horn I'll be tough, hey

I be fallin' up never fallin' down
'Cause I spread my wings and glide around town

Fly, lover go
Find your nest,find your home
(Uh uh oh,uh uh uh oh)
I miss you so
Spread your wings, let it flow
(Uh uh oh, uh uh uh oh)

I be fallin' up never fallin' down
'Cause I keep it on a higher level, elvated ground

Flip it up Flip it up get back on the truck
Got to keep moving keep reppin' it up
Mix it up Mix it up time for the next stop
You got to go and fill yourself
Bout to get gone baby (fly away now)Yeah, get it gone now (fly away now)
Switch it up Switch it up go hop on that bus
Don't need to blow the horn I'll be tough, hey

Get back on the truck (yeah)
Got to keep moving keep reppin' it up
Mix it up Mix it up time for the next stop
You got to go now and fill up yourself
Bout to get gone baby (fly away now) Takin' flight now (uh uh oh, uh uh uh oh)
Switch it up Switch it up go hop on that bus (yeah)
Don't need to blow that horn I'll be tough
Flip it up Flip it up (takin' flight now) (uh uh oh, uh uh uh oh)
(Gettin' gone baby) switch it up switch it up (takin' flight now)(uh uh oh, uh uh uh oh)
Flip it up (fly away now) switch it up (fly away now)
Takin' flight baby (uh uh oh, uh uh uh oh)
Doin' whats right now (uh uh oh, uh uh uh oh)
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Anxiety

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Понедельник, 12 Сентября 2005 г. 16:41 + в цитатник
Phantom_of_hope (Fergie_BEP) все записи автора I feel like I wanna smack somebody
Turn around and bitch slap somebody
But I ain't goin' out bro (no, no, no)
I ain't givin' into it (no, no, no)
Anxieties bash my mind in
Terrorizing my soul like Bin Laden
But I ain't fallin' down bro (no, no, no)
I won't lose control bro (no, no, no)
Shackle and chained
My soul feels stained
I can't explain got an ich on my brain
Lately my whole aim is to maintain
And regain control of my mainframe
My bloods boiling its beatin' out propaine
My train of thoughts more like a runaway train
I'm in a fast car drivin' in a fast lane
In the rain and I'm might just hydroplaine

I don't fear none of my enemies
And I don't fear bullets from oozies
I've been dealing with something thats worse than these
That'll make you fall to your knees and thats the
The anxiety the sane and the insane rivalry
Paranoias brought me to my knees
Lord please please please
Take away my anxiety
The sane and the insane rivalry
Paranoias brought me to my knees
Lord please please please
Take away my anxiety

My head keeps running away my brother
The only thing making me stay my brother
But I won't give into it bro (no, no, no)
Gotta get myself back now
God, I can't let my mind be
Tell my enemy is my own
Gots to find my inner wealth
Gots to hold up my thoughts
I can't get caught (no, no, no)
I can't give into it now (no, no, no)
Emotions are trapped set on lock
Got my brain stuck goin through the motions
Only I know what's up
I'm filled up with pain
Tryin' to gain my sanity
Everywhere I turn its a dead end infront of me
With nowhere to go gotta shake this anxiety
Got me feelin' strange paranoia took over me
And its weighin' me down
And I can't run any longer, yo
Knees to the ground

I don't fear none of my enemies
And I don't fear bullets from oozies
I've been dealing with something thats worse than these
That'll make you fall to your knees and thats the
The anxiety the sane and the insane rivalry
Paranoias brought me to my knees
Lord please please please
Take away my anxiety
The sane and the insane rivalry
Paranoias brought me to my knees
Lord please please please
Take away my anxiety
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Sexy

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Понедельник, 12 Сентября 2005 г. 16:40 + в цитатник
Phantom_of_hope (Fergie_BEP) все записи автора [Verse 1]
i took ur picture,with one particluar reason and its to capture ur character,
i like to sit and stare at 'cha
aint nothin wrong with starin at cha
girl dont get scared that i envison us getting married and i aint tryin to rush nuttin
cuz i aint rushin
it'll take a time like, "whats them things that move slow you knowthem...damn..i cant think cuz u on my mind..."
and when u on my mindi cant find anything to ryhme with ryhme
i gotta ryhme ryhme with mixture
and speakin of mixture
with u i wanna get mixed up
im like a record and ur like a record
so lets let the DJ mix us
ur like an elixir
thats got me tipsy,
this is just like ripplets
believe it or not girl but i love you

[chorus]
girl u really got me goin
outta control
i dot know what im doin
lets let it go
and do what we do best
tkae off our clothes
we look better undressed

[Bridge-repeat 2x]
lets get sexy
lets get sexy
sounds so good
sounds so good
fightin' is rightin'
fightin' is rightin'
lets get sexy
its so much more exciting

[Verse 2]
for you im a fanatic
im a addict
ur sexy antics turn me on like automatic
no need to get dramatic
but i gotta have it
(gimme gimme gimme gimme)
gimme some of them sexual acrobatics
pharmachutal girl, anything that suits u girl
things u aint used to girl
come over here and let me show you just how willy do it
im a freak and u knew it
ur a freak and i knew it
baby lets get to it

[chorus]

its called the S E X X X X
(YES YES YES)

[Verse 3]
u take me to extasy
witout takin extasty
its exactly like extasy
when u layin right next to me
im sexin' u
sexin u
u sexin me
sexin me
its feels so damn natural
wut we doin so naturally
im likin u rubbin' me
and u likin me rubbin' u
da passions emaculate
while u lovin me lovin u
i love me puttin me in you
make love to you
just like soliderman play piano
[Play]
[piano plays]
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Latin Girls

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Понедельник, 12 Сентября 2005 г. 16:39 + в цитатник
Phantom_of_hope (Fergie_BEP) все записи автора Mira mira mira mira mira....
Mira mira mira mira mira....
Mira mira mira mira mira....
Mira mira yo quiero

Cuban girls, Cuban girls, I like em'
Puerto Rican girls, Puerto Rican girls, yo quiero
Mexican girls, Mexican girls, yo quiero
Spanish girls, Spanish girls, I like em'
Girls, Girls, Latin girls
Latin girls, Latin girls
Latin girls, What's happenin' girls?
What's happenin' girl? What's happenin?

I like Latin dem Latin women (I do)
And they love me cause I'm that man
With cocoa nuts and chocolate skin
I'm that mocha masculine
Feminines that are Latin call ya friends
And call your cousins cause I know you got dozens of them
Marias, Elizabeths, Sonyas and Blancas
When I see ya you can get boned if ya wanta
Yo quiero en I'm sincero
If you never had an ichi let me be your primero
We can hit the channel we can dance the bolero
Have a shopping spree and you can spend my dinero
But...
I wish you was more like JLo
(my love don't cost) Cause love don't cost a thing
So why don't you let this king love the queen of Argentin
Girl you know I know you know what I mean
Cause I like them'

Cuban girls, Cuban girls, I like em'
Puerto Rican girls, Puerto Rican girls, yo quiero'
Mexican girls, Mexican girls, yo quiero'
Spanish girls, Spanish girls, I like em'
Girls, Girls, Latin girls'
Latin girls, Latin girls'
You makin me hot girl!
What's happnin' girl? What's happnin? (oh!)

Que un da
Que quieres con mi
Mira muchacha esta es para ti
Latina chicana por mi
Mas finas me gusta me a si
Mira ah, mira ah, mira ah, mami
Esperate, esperate, esperate aqui
We could connect and act humanly
Indulge in animal instincts so we...
We could have conversation or...
Sexual relation or...
We could explore find out more
About things that we done before
Whether it be kinky thoughts
I'm a make your chonies drop
Watch as this shorty rock
I'll make your trick drop
They call me cum a lot
I like em'

[CHORUS]

Latin girls, Latin girls'
Latin girls, Latin girls'

Que pasa senorita
You a bronze skin mama
Me a mama son I wanna take you to Havana
We could get down every day of the semana
Dance to the music and follow the guitarra

(Clap, Clap, Clap, Come on)

Dame un momento quelo vuelvo como peso
Take you to Phillipines then you don't have to spend a peso

We got connection like a novel to Aurida
I can relate cause latin girls look Phillipina
Check your history there's no mystery between us
Destiny made it possible to be us
I know about your culture cause it's mixed with mine
we go together well just like
Beats and rhymes and
Tequilas and limes and
Celeste with pine and
I'll say one more time
I like them'

[CHORUS]

Yeah'....
I like em'....
Yo quiero'....
Yo quiero'....
I like em'....
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Smells Like Funk

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Понедельник, 12 Сентября 2005 г. 16:38 + в цитатник
Phantom_of_hope (Fergie_BEP) все записи автора Yeah, that's Funky (Funky)
Yeah, that's Funky (Funky)
Yeah, that's Funky (Funky)

If it smells like Funk it must be us
The Funk Funk full foul stinky it's stanky stuff
If it smells like Funk it must be us
The Funk Funk full foul stinky it's stanky stuff
If it smells like Funk it must be us
The Funk Funk full foul stinky it's stanky stuff
If it smells like Funk it must be us
Cause nobody's Funky as us, Cause we keep it Stinky (Stinky)
We keep it Stinky, (Stinky)
We keep it Stinky, (Stinky)
We keep it Stinky, (Stinky)
Stinky, Stinky, Stinky,

The Funk phenomenon, we Funk you on n' on
There's no need to hold your nose,
Cause this pong sing like a rouge

Big booty Funk, Toe jam Funk,
Underarm Funk, like you headlocking a Skunk'
Reaking like diseased athleates feet,
The stench didn't come till after this beat
Smellin' like droors no weezin no pause
Put your hand up on the speakers get smelly ass paws
You know we was coming before we entered the door
Cause you could smell the rhyme when we was walking down the hall
We bring the Funk worse then a wet dog
Stinkin' like fat ladies shittin' out Logs
We drop enough shit and keep them toilets clogged
Keep the people jumpin' like them Bullfrogs
The first one who smelt it ain't the one who delt it
Black Eyed Peas keep the scent blind like delta
Funky like onions you fryin' (Sure is Funky) girl you ain't lyin'

[CHORUS]

Yo' you Funkin' with the Funk family
The non fabricated factual faculty'
We formulatin' up in a factory
Focusin' on the energid' of fluid flow free'
We flawless, everything is for free
We florish and we flaunt our flavour freshly, huh'
Can you believe we flip the frequency's and
Freak MCs they leave all franticaly but'
Our intent is ought to be friendly but'
They fightin' when we start the freestylin' frenzy
I conk up ya' flat till your girlfriend beef
Fillin all anatomy, bringin' me flatery, huh'
She'll be diggin these rhymes that ease beats
Like celulite lyrics so flabby
We bring the funk to your festivities
If you think something stank then it must be the peas!

If it smells like Funk it must be us
The Funk Funk full foul stinky it's stanky stuff
If it smells like Funk it must be us
The Funk Funk full foul stinky it's stanky stuff
If it smells like Funk it must be us
The Funk Funk full foul stinky it's stanky stuff
If it smells like Funk it must be us
Cause nobody's Funky as us, cause we keep it Stinky
(Funky, Funky, Funky, Funky)

Celulite overweight stankin' MCs
Stench smells so strong it's insanitary
Cause you can sense me a mile away so Chanky
With the jungle Funk sound from Serengeti
Meaty, Fat, Nasty like miss Fat booty's tights
Gettin' dirty like mudfights and dirtbikes
Turning these droors black they used to be white
And we shitin' on these tracks that you gonna' need to wipe
The odour's so contagious that it shows up in your dream
Man you could pick me out like food in between
Your two front teeth cause you be lackin' the streets
We got beefy ass beats that we bumpin' in the streets
We so nice n' sweet like steak box n' feet
Sour underarm Funk you ain't washed in a week
And man we be reekin' every day or weekend
We could all bounce to the Funk and the season

Haha haha
Yeah that's Funky',
Yeah that's Funky'

Every smell is of a porker
then you know it got to be nobody other than Apl, Will n' Taboo
Cause if you know that if it smells like Funk then it must be us
If you smellin' Fat Funk then it must be us
If you smellin' something Funky
then you know it got to be nobody other than Apl, Will n' Taboo
Cause you know that if it smells like Funk than it must be us
If you smellin' elephants than it must be us
If you smellin' somethin Funky
then you know it got to be nobody other than Apl, Will n' Taboo
Cause you know that if it smells like Funk then it must be us
If you smellin' elephant shit then it must be us [FADE]
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Shut Up

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Понедельник, 12 Сентября 2005 г. 16:37 + в цитатник
Phantom_of_hope (Fergie_BEP) все записи автора Shut up
Just shut up
Shut up [3x]
Shut it up, just shut up
Shut up
Just shut up
Shut up [3x]
Shut it up, just shut up

[Chorus]
We try to take it slow
But we're still losin control
And we try to make it work
But it still isn't the worst
And I'm craaazzzy
For tryin to be your laaadddy
I think I'm goin crazy

Girl, me and you were just fine (you know)
We wine and dine
Did them things that couples do when in love (you know)
Walks on the beach and stuff (you know)
Things that lovers say and do
I love you boo, I love you too
I miss you a lot, I miss you even more
That's why I flew you out
When we was on tour
But then something got out of hand
You start yellin when I'm with my friends
Even though I had legitimate reasons (bull shit)
You know I have to make them evidence (bull shit)
How could you trust our private lives girl
That's why you don't believe my lies
And quit this lecture

[Chorus]

Why does he know she gotta move so fast
Love is progress if you could make it last
Why is it that you just lose control
Every time you agree on takin it slow
So why does it got to be so damn tough
Cuz fools in lust could never get enough of love
Showin him the love that you be givin
Changing up your livin
For a lovin transistion
Girl lip so much she tryin to get you to listen
Few mad at each other has become our tradition
You yell, I yell, everybody yells
Got neighbors across the street sayin
“Who the hell?!?”
Who the hell?
What the hell's going down?
Too much of the bickering
Kill it with the sound and

[Chorus]

Girl our love is dyin
Why can't you stop tryin
I never been a quitah
But I do deserve betta
Believe me I will do bad
Let's forget the past
And let's start this new plan
Why? Cuz it's the same old routine
And then next week I hear them scream
Girl I know you're tired of the things they say
You're damn right
Cuz I heard them lame dame excuses just yesterday
That was a different thing
No it ain't
That was a different thing
No it ain't
That was a different thing
It was the same damn thing
Same ass excuses
Boy you're usless
Whhoooaaaa

[Chorus]

Stop the talking baby
Or I start walking baby
Is that all there is [repeat]
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Hey Mama

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Понедельник, 12 Сентября 2005 г. 16:36 + в цитатник
Phantom_of_hope (Fergie_BEP) все записи автора (la la la la la)
Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you move, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty moma
We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma
(REEEEEEEWIIIIIIND)
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
the way your body look realli make me feel nauuughty
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
the way your body look realli make me feel nauuughty

I got a naughty naughty style and a naughty naughty crew
But everything I do, I do just for you
Im a little bit of Or, and a bigger bit of Nu
The true n*ggers know that the peas come thru
We never cease(NOO), we never die no we never disease(NOO)
We multiply like we mathamatice
Then we drop bombs like we in the middle east
(The bomb bombas, the base move dramas)
Naw y'all knaw, who we are
y'all knaw, we the stars
Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards
And, lookin' hot without bodygaurds
(I do) what I can
(Y'all come thru)will.i.am
And still I stand, with still mic in hand
(So come on mama, dance to the druma)

Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you groove, mama
(hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(hey)so shake your bambama, come on now mama
Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you groove, mama
(hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(la la la la la)

We the big town stumpas, and and big sound pumpas
The beat bump bumpas in your trunk trunkas
The girlies in the club with the big plump plumpas
And when I'm makin' love, my hip hump humps
It never quits(NOOOO) we need to carry 9mm clips(NOOOO)
Dont wanna squize trigger, just wanna squize t*ts
(lubaluba)cause we the show stoppas
And the chief rockas, number one chief rockas
Naw y'all knaw, who we are
y'all knaw, we the stars
Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards
How we rockin' it girl, without body guards
Now she be, its dirty, from the crew
BET, come and take heed, as we take the lead
(so come on bubba, dance to the druma)

Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you groove, mama
(yaw)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(wuh)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(NAWWWW, NAWWW)
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
the way your body look realli make me feel nauuughty

But the race is not, for the swiss
But who really can, take control of it
And tippa irie and the black eyed peas will be thhhheeerre
til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti
Tippa is ouuuuuut

Nosa dima shock, nosa dima ting
everytime you sit there i hear, bling bling
O wata ting, hear blacka sing
grinding, and winding
and the madda be moving in a perfect timing
and we dance and dance to the end of the thing
and we're really to nice, it finga akin
like rice and peas and chicken and bling

Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you groove, mama
(hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(hey)so shake your bambama, come on now mama
Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you groove, mama
(hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(la la la la la [fade])
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Labor Day (It's a Holiday)

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Понедельник, 12 Сентября 2005 г. 16:19 + в цитатник
Phantom_of_hope (Fergie_BEP) все записи автора When i stepped in the room i bring the heat like the month of june
Crank the volume make the bass go boom
Wile out like we some wild baboons (oOo oOo)
We go bananas to the toon
I wanna throw bows gimme elbow room
When im out my cacoon im ready to consume
Lts hit the saloon cuz...

Its aholiday pardon me as i celebrate
And thats the way we do it we get a lil loopy of the ignorant fluid
And act a lil stupid desication didnt do it and thats how we do it dont ask why we do it
Thats just the way it be lovin double Ds up in the ad
When i party in hollywood VIP i dont understand thats tle cuz

We party forever n get down together we dont stop n we dont quick
Lets get it goin cuz we know we gon celebrate cuz its a holiday
I dont work today or the next 3 days so lets celebrate
Cuz its a holiday i dont work today naw pardon me as i celebrate
(oOo oOo)
Its time to celebrate serving up beat box on a hot plate like that yall
We on a festive date make it go ape n raise ur heart rate (oOo oOo)
We gon stay out late party till the morning n wake up late
We do it til the day break we gon on n on n on n on n (oOo oOo)
Dance to my rhyme i can holla acapelas deaf till ya blind
Tr mine baby take ya to the moon for your behind baby
Take u to the moon n just recline baby ??
We dont stop girl we dont quit nope we dont quit nope we dont quit

We party forever n get down together we dont stop n we dont quick
Lets get it goin cuz we know we gon celebrate cuz its a holiday
I dont work today or the next 3 days so lets celebrate
Cuz its a holiday i dont work today naw pardon me as i celebrate

Dotn stop it just push it dont stop it just push it
Move yo body n push it get naughty n push it
We gon party n push it we gon party n push it
Move yo body n push it get naughty n push it cuz...

Its a holiday pardon me as i celebrate (oOo oOo)
Its time to get wasted n scope the whole place with girls with cute faces (oOo oOo)
Cuz i see some fly mommas so pack your pajamas but dont bring the drama (oOO oOo)
But u can bring ur melody i plug in my mic n sing harmonies (la la la la)
For how many times we gonna hit it for how many times we gonna split it
How many times ur gonna get it
Or else u r gonna wanna come ova ur gonna have to water cuz im the alligator champ
Drivin the train drivin the train or u can bring a friend n switch my lane
N get buddy buddy with ur friend mary jane
She really blows my brain (brain) she really blows my brain

We party forever n get down together we dont stop n we dont quick
Lets get it goin cuz we know we gon celebrate cuz its a holiday
I dont work today or the next 3 days so lets celebrate
Cuz its a holiday i dont work today naw pardon me as i celebrate
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Hands Up

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Понедельник, 12 Сентября 2005 г. 16:14 + в цитатник
Phantom_of_hope (Fergie_BEP) все записи автора Hands up
Coming with rhythms to make your head jerk
Hands up
We makin' the whole joint short circuit

Hands high
Touch the sky
Get 'em up
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up (get 'em up)

[VERSE 1]
We goin' make you move
We goin' make it hot
Elbows above your heads peoples
We holdin' up the spot

We goin' get it going
Even if y'all don't be knowing
"y'all don't be knowin'"
Cuz this shit that we throwing get going gone retarded

Start it up
Banging out hits now we chartin' up
Didn't mean bump ya' pardon us
Diggin' this cut cuz we sharpened up

You dumbin' it down we smartened it up
We penetrate even though your guard was up
Get down to the peas cuz we fallin' up
Electric cuz we like charging up

We the
B.e.peas uh
Rhythmic sonic pleaser
Getcha hot like fever
Boiling (two) hundred degrees ahhhh

Your burning up
Heats getting low let me turn it up
Let me fuck up your ear till my sperm is up
In your brain and the baby will.i.am's be saying

[HOOK]

[VERSE 2]
Tabamatic flows deeper than atlantic o's
Apl de ap got ridiculous flows
Catchin' rhythm makin' 'em grow

Mathematic apl will go
Up in the scene we original
You know what I mean bep mineral
Stormin' strong for (the) several

Baracade laid for you terribles
Ho, I'm the chief Filipino
Letting you know we about to blow
Will.i.am, ap and tab double o

Set 'em up shut 'em down get 'em up
Time for us to raise it up
Never going down always headin' up
Raise your hands cuz we blaze it up

Anybody here who waited long
To you i dedicate this song
Ain't nothing wrong gotta make it right
Straight to the point this is the new joint

And you know this is the jam y'all
Come on down and dance y'all
Have a ball y'all
Throw your hands up

[HOOK]

[VERSE 3]
Black eyed peas will announce
Some things that you can't avoid
You need to ba-ba-ba bounce to this
Ba-ba-ba-ba bounce to our joint

We come with more than an ounce
More like a tone full of noise
So ba-ba-ba-ba bounce to this
Ba-ba-ba-ba bounce to our joint

We came getcha getcha
Bouncin' so getcha getcha
Ass up we gotcha gotcha
Movin' lets make it hotta'

Hotta' then moltin' lava
Bubblin' like boilin' water
Ahhhhh

[HOOK]

[VAMP]
Hands up, getcha hands up
(get) your hands in the air like it's a stick up
Hands up getcha hands up
The reason why they up cuz we rip shit up

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WHERE IS THE LOVE

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Воскресенье, 04 Сентября 2005 г. 14:25 + в цитатник
ПрАскоВьЯ_из_МосквЫ (Fergie_BEP) все записи автора WHERE IS THE LOVE
What's wrong with the world, mama
People livin' like they ain't got no mamas
I think the whole world addicted to the drama
Only attracted to things that'll bring you trauma
Overseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism
But we still got terrorists here livin'
In the USA, the big CIA
The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK
But if you only have love for your own race
Then you only leave space to discriminate
And to discriminate only generates hate
And when you hate then you're bound to get irate, yeah
Badness is what you demonstrate
And that's exactly how a n**** works and operates
N**, you gotta have love just to set it straight
Take control of your mind and meditate
Let your soul gravitate to the love, y'all, y'all

People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek

Father, Father, Father help us
Send us some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love (Love)

Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love
The love, the love

It just ain't the same, always unchanged
New days are strange, is the world insane
If love and peace is so strong
Why are there pieces of love that don't belong
Nations droppin' bombs
Chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little ones
With the ongoin' sufferin' as the youth die young
So ask yourself is the lovin' really gone
So I could ask myself really what is goin' wrong
In this world that we livin' in people keep on givin' in

Makin' wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends
Not respectin' each other, deny thy brother
A war is goin' on but the reason's undercover
The truth is kept secret, it's swept under the rug
If you never know truth then you never know love
Where's the love, y'all, come on (I don't know)
Where's the truth, y'all, come on (I don't know)
Where's the love, y'all

People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek

Father, Father, Father help us
Send us some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love (Love)

Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love
The love, the love

I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder
As I'm gettin' older, y'all, people gets colder
Most of us only care about money makin'
Selfishness got us followin' our own direction
Wrong information always shown by the media
Negative images is the main criteria
Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria
Kids act like what they see in the cinema
Yo', whatever happened to the values of humanity
Whatever happened to the fairness in equality
Instead in spreading love we spreading animosity
Lack of understanding, leading lives away from unity
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' under
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' down
There's no wonder why sometimes I'm feelin' under
Gotta keep my faith alive to lovers bound

People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek

Father, Father, Father help us
Send us some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love (Love)

Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)

Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
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LET'S GET IT STARTED

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Воскресенье, 04 Сентября 2005 г. 14:24 + в цитатник
ПрАскоВьЯ_из_МосквЫ (Fergie_BEP) все записи автора LET'S GET IT STARTED
Let's Get Retarded, in here...

And the base keep's runnin' runnin' and runnin' runnin' and runnin' runnin' and runnin' runnin' and runnin' runnin' and
runnin' runnin' and runnin' runnin' and runnin' runnin' and...

In this context, there's no disrespect
So when I bust my rhyme, you break ya' necks
We got five minutes for us to disconnect,
From all intellect and let the rhythm affect
Obstacles are inefficient, follow your intuition
Free your inner soul and break away from tradition
Coz when we beat out, girl it's pullin' without
You wouldn't believe how we wow shit out
Burn it till it’s it burned out
Turn it till it's turned out
Act up from north, west, east, south

[CHORUS]
Everybody, (yeah) Everybody, (yeah)
Let's get into it, (yeah) Get stupid, (Come on)
Get retarded, (Come on) Get retarded, (Yeah)
Get retarded!
Let's Get Retarded! (Haa!) Let's Get Retarded! (In here!) [x4]
Yeah!

Lose control of body and soul
Don't move too fast, people just take it slow
Don't get ahead, just jump into it
Y'all here about it, tha Peas will do it
Get Stuttered, Get Stupid
Don't worry `bout it, people will walk you through it
Step by step, like an infant new kid
Inch by inch, with the new solution
Transman hits, with no delusion
The feelin's irresistable and that's how we movin'

[CHORUS]

Runnin' runnin' and runnin' runnin......
Come on y'all let's get (woohoo...Ah hah!)
Let's get (woohoo...In here!)
Right now yeah' (woohoo...Ah hah!)
Let's get (woohoo...In here!)
Right now yeah' (woohoo...Ah hah!)
Let's get (woohoo...In here!)
Oww, Oww, Oww...
Ya' Ya' Ya' Ya' Ya' Ya' Ya' Ya' Ya' Ya' Ya' Ya' Ya' Ya' Ya' Ya!!

Let's get ill, that's the deal
At the gate a we'll bring the bud top drill (Just)
Lose your mind, this is the time
Y'all test this drill, adjust and bang ya' spine (Just)
Bop your head like epilepsy, up inside ya' club or in your bentley
Get messy, loud and sick
Y'all mount past slow mo on another head trip (So)
Come then now do not correct it,
Let's get ignant, let's get hectic

(yeah) Everybody, (yeah) Everybody (yeah) Let's get into it (yeah)
Get stupid (Come on) Get Retarded (Come on!) Get Retarded (Yeah!!)
Let's Get Retarded! (Haa!) Let's Get Retarded! (In here!) [x2]
(R-E-T-A-R-D-E-D!)
Let's Get Retarded! (Haa!) Let's Get Retarded! (In here!) [x2]
(WoWoooWoWoooWowoooaarRRHH!!)
(yeah..woohoo...Ah hah!)
(woohoo...In here!)
(woohoo...Ah hah!)
(woohoo...In here!)
(R-E-T-A-R-D-E-D!)
(woohoo...Ah hah!)
(woohoo...In here!)
Oww, Oww, Oww...
Ya' Ya' Ya' Ya' Ya' Ya' Ya' Ya' Ya' Ya' Ya' Ya' Ya' Ya' Ya' Ya!!

runnin' runnin' and runnin' runnin' and
runnin' runnin' and runnin' runnin' and
[FADE]
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DON'T PHUNK WITH MY HEART

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Воскресенье, 04 Сентября 2005 г. 14:24 + в цитатник
ПрАскоВьЯ_из_МосквЫ (Fergie_BEP) все записи автора DON'T PHUNK WITH MY HEART
No, no, no, no, don’t phunk with my heart
(Yeah)
No, 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, 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, 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, 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 seсorita
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 [5x]

[overlapping]
No, 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 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
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DON'T LIE

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Воскресенье, 04 Сентября 2005 г. 14:23 + в цитатник
ПрАскоВьЯ_из_МосквЫ (Fergie_BEP) все записи автора DON'T LIE
Yeah, uhuh, la da da da da

Hey, baby my nose is getting big
I noticed it be growing when I been telling them fibs
now you say your trust`s gettin weaker
probably coz my lies just started gettin deeper
and the reason for my confession is that I learn my lesson
and I really think you have to know the truuth
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 pre-dit-tor
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 ya
cos what you did to me I did to you

Nononono baby, nononono don`t lie
nononono, yeah you kno kno kno know you gotta try
what you gonna do when it all comes out
when I see you & what you`re all about

nonono babe, nononono don`t lie
yeah you kno kno kno 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
tryin 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 [2]

and now our emotions are drained
cos I lie and I lie and a little lie lie
and now your emotions are drained

Nononono babe, nononono don`t lie
nononono, yeah you kno kno kno know you gotta try
what you gonna do when it all comes out
when I see you & what you`re all about

nonono babe, nononono don`t lie
because you kno kno kno know you gotta try

ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
ba da ba da ba da ba da badabada

Yo, I`m lying to my girl
even though I love her
and she`s all in my world
I give her all my atention and diamonds & pearls
she`s the one who makes me feel on top of the world
still I lie to my girl, I do it

and I lie and I lie and I lie til there`s no turning back
I don`t know why,[and I lie and I lie til I don`t know who I am
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