Black Eyed Peas - Bep Empire Lyrics
Three, four..Chk uhh.. chk uhh..Im the w-i, double-l-i-amLinkin up with the primo, do it (do it)Hes the t-to-the-a-to-the-b-oh-ohLinkin up with the primo, do it (do it)Hes the a-p-l-to-the-d-e-apLinkin up with the primo, do it..And we the b-to-the-e-to-the-pHookin up with primo (? ) do it (do it)[verse one]We comin through to take control of each zip codeBridgin the gap from rap to calypsoWe gonna strike each city from friscoTokyo to back to san luis obispo(? ? ) data, descendants of amadeusTransmitted through your cds, tapes and record playersWe the crusaders, attack like alligatorsYo, were known to elevate like escalatorsYo, we comin through to control your areaBlack eyed peas control your areaBringin the vibe that create hysteriaWack mcs vacate your areaWe three deep, comin out of yo speakerIm bustin your woofer and tearin through your tweeterEvery rappers talkin bout killin somebodyBut they aint hip-hop to me (check it out)[chorus]This is the hip hip hip, the hop hop hopWe keep it keep it movin, non non stop{*scratch black eyed peas*} yo, we keep it movin{*scratch*} yo, we keep it movinThe hip hip hip, the hop hop hopWe keep it keep it movin, non non stop{*scratch black eyed peas*} yo, we keep it movin{*scratch*} we got to keep it movin[verse two]Its the black eyed peas (? ) climbin up the empireState tower livin is the mission desiredI see a lot of liars so to dem I cross and fireAnd they lyrics soundin tired, repetitious and expiredCool dem down troop before they time get pickedI cant take dem serious talkin about bullshitGot money and cars but, cant bullshitAnd your lyrics are soundin like, some doo doo shitWhile Im holdin the mic tight, recite livin insightSo we can all benefit from the artform(? ? ) took, (? ? ) you to make doughBut forgot the main goal, almost lost the soul and got normCause everybodys talkin bout, high profilinBut it aint hip-hop to me (why why why)Cause everybodys talkin bout, high profilinBut it aint hip-hop to me (so check it out yall)[chorus]{*scratch* I like the way the rhythm makes me jump}{got black to asian, and caucasian sayin,thats the joint, thats the jam}{*scratch* let your body collide to the rhythm provided by the}{black eyed peas}{through a nation we build, off the music fieldOr a visual thrill, we do what we feel}[verse three]Yeah, your styles dated and you aint came out yetDont think youre +fresh+ cause youre rockin them outfitsI think youre lost, cause you dont know where your route isPick up the mic, put your money where your mouth isI pick up the mic and put my lyrics where my mouth isHit your spirit, make you jump out them couchesQuick agility to slow-like slouchesWith more bounce to the freak of def ouncesAnd we announce this, follow us to show you what the sound isPrimo and the peas collaboratin like greatAiyyo lets do this, lets do this, we show you who the crew isBlack eyed peas is like the rulers leavin all you brothers cluelessHaters hater us if you wanna, we gon speak on itWe gon tell the world why hip-hop is hauntedFunny is a drug and mcs is on itWe gon take it back to the days of soulsonic[chorus] * 2x w/ variations[ad libs to fade]
