In any situation that you brung up
We coming up, we heat, that’s not expected
'Cause my drum goes ‘Dum diddy-dumma’
Gaining fame, that’s the deal, entertaining y’all
And I know you really like this audio delite
Motherfuckers, don’t sit and ponder
And I know you really like this audio delight
I make you make you make you hotter than the skillet
From the bottom to the top, now we make your body bop
'Cause the way it is now’s not the way I saw
I always had a rhyme that I flung up
We gave you some, now you gonna ask for some more
Since ’95 the BEPs perfected
Three’s, four’s
Check it out 'cause this is how it go, yo
Now we here to restore these rap laws
We caliente like you chilling in the summer
We’re coming hectic and hyper, aiming like a sniper
So check it
How the Black Eyed Peas took it from the under
No you won’t catch me rhymeless
Latin ladies be like ‘Ay Karumba’
Check it out, one time, for your mind
My faithful never fall
Check it out 'cause this is how it go
One time
For ever remain myself after all
But no, brother you ain’t gonna get no more
'Cause my drum goes, ‘Dum Diddy-Dumma’
'Cause we come with no blutes, no blunders
Check it out, one time, for your mind
But no, brother you ain’t gonna get no more
Yeah, and I know you gonna feel it
Ways of expressing my love for the art
Two’s for your soul
So y’all can recite this
We keep it fat like Attila the Honda
Black Eyed Peas would shake a party like thunder
No matter what the future got in store
Three’s for your body, and four’s for the ambiance
Two’s for your soul
I won’t let the mike rest
We stand out like chubby people in checkers
Black Eyed Peas, we the r- we the realest
We gave you some, now you gonna ask for some more
Two’s for your soul
I’ma do it like this
Two’s for your soul
Check it out, one time, for your mind
You respect it 'cause you know I’m known to kill it
You can’t, you can’t, you can’t help but check it
The way we get down on the record
Ever since I was a little younger
We gave you some, now you gonna ask for some more
I remember when we used to bust at the mall
I’m sick with the rhyme, I’m infected
Three’s for your body, and four’s for the ambiance
Three’s for your body, and four’s for the ambiance
But no, brother you ain’t gonna get no more
Hip-hop anthem once more
'Cause my drum goes, ‘Dum Diddy-Dumma’
Now everybody wanna ask and wonder
And when I rock the mike y’all respect it
Check it out 'cause this is how it go
And I know you really like this audio delite
Never change or conform, we always rock ‘n’ roll
