Elephunk lyrics

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'"

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

Let's Get Retarded, in here...

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

In this context, there's no disrespect, so, when I bust my rhyme, you break your necks.

(la la la la la)
Hey mama, this that shit that make you move, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty mama
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,
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
the way your body look at me make me really feel nauuughty

Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty

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're trying to take it slow
But we're still losin control
And we're trying to make it work
But it still ends up 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

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

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

[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 don't be scared at the fact that i envison us getting married and i ain't 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..."

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

[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:]

[Chorus in Tagalog]
Lapit mga kaibigan at makinig kayo
Ako'y may dala-dalang, balita galing sa bayan ko
Nais kong ipamahagi ang mga kwento
Ang mga pangyayaring nagaganap
Sa lupang pinangako

[English Translation:]
(Come closer my friends and everyone listen
I brought news from my homeland
I'll tell you how we live and what goes on
From my beloved homeland.)

[Verse one, Apl.De.Ap]

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

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

Mmm
La La La La La La La La, La La La La
La La La La La La La La, La La La La
La La La La La La La La, La La La La
Mmm

You was fooling me once before
But I tell you there's no fooling me twice no more
Cuz when I open up my third eye, my third eye
You can't get away wit murder, wit murder
You was fooling me once before
But I tell you, there's no fooling me twice no more

Black Eyed Peas
Y Juanes
Es el ritmo [echo]
Y esto se llama
La paga!!!
No me digas mentiras
No me digas mentiras
No me digas mentiras
No me Digas, no me digas

Ayer me dijiste que tu me querias (EH!!!)
Pero todo fue mentira
Ayer me dijiste que tu me querias (EH!!!)
Pero todo fue mentira

Ayer tu heriste la vida mia (EH!!!)
Y que grande fue la herida

Mmmmmmmm....

La la la la la.....

You was foolin' me once before

But I feel like that there's no foolin' me twice no more

Cuz when i open up my thirda, my thirda

Y'all get away with murda, murda

You's was foolin' me once before

But i tell ya there's no foolin' me twice no more

If ya stop your apression, apression

Check it out i've got a question, a question

Too Many T-T-Too Many
Haters Haters Haters Haters
Too Many Haters Haters
Kill All The Haters

I Had To Do It To Rock My Shit
Had To Get Down To Rock My Shit
Ya I Know The Rules
And How The Game Exists
Don't Hate Coz I Had A Business

So I Had To Do It Had To Rock My Shit
Had To Get Down Had To Rock My Shit
Ya I Know The Rules
And How The Game Exists

Let's Get It Started, in here...

And the base keep 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 your necks.

Whats wrong wit the world mama?
People livin like they aint got no mama.
I think the whole world addicted to the drama,
Only attracted to the things thatll bring ya trauma.
Overseas ya we tryin to stop terrisom,
But we still got terrists here livin in th USA, the big CIA
The Bloods and the Kripts and the KKK.
But if ya only have love for your own race,
Then ya only leave space to discrminate