Текст песни: Black Eyed Peas - What Is It
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
A freaky-dicky yo (All the time baby) -- (4x)
Uh, how you feelin y`all (I`m feelin fine) -- (4x)
A freaky-dicky yo (All the time baby) -- (2x)
Uh, how you feelin y`all (I`m feelin fine) -- (2x)
Yo, this is the way it`s goin down
We come in compound releasin double-rounds in hound
Like Keith ?Senses? you defend techniques and on match
When I begin to draw back, cover up your cardiac
`Cause I`ma rush ya, when I penetrate feel the pressure
The critical perfectionist, rhythmic expressionist
We comin deadly y`all ever in
And you`ll be scared to pick the mic up again
Lyrically you on the level of "Green, Eggs and Ham"
Your best bet is fold `cause I gots a bigger hand
Plus I`m steppin like a monster so go-go and scram
You ain`t experienced, you lucky if you ride the ambulance
`Cause when you dealin with fool Will is quite fatal
Shape-shiftin rubbers like Play Dough
Your rhymes are anal and we ain`t got no time to play
No games, put the mic down, boy, try not to say no
More than rhymes `cause you duplicate like Kinkos
You`re a carbon copy with the wrinkles
You actin like a nigga that be rhymin in a Pringle commercial
But you can wear it in rehearsal
Chorus:
No need to front, that`s what it is
I gotta get into you
Oh, I gotta show you what it is
Gotta get into you
Strong communicator called the Black Eyed Peas
Hard illustrator co-coordinate with ease
And duplicator crew, we put em all on freeze
Lock em in the cell, then throw away the keys
Another lost identity in disease
Entity with a so-called MC enemies
Will decrease when I step into your sceneries
Of course now you off course lost up in the source
I`m running out of time, this no time for no scrimmage
Aristorate the diamonds and replace it with the real image
Picture that, I know where I`m at
I know where I`m going and I`ll be back
With a stronger impact lyrics be intact
Get you intoxicated when black attack
With the full-force pressure, hard to measure
On a rate, whack MC`s won`t prevail
On a dream of makin dream braggin about infrared beams
But it seems all they really pullin is pullin them schemes
I take it back to the essense of hip-hop
Never will I stop with my beat-box
Chorus
Can you feel it
Hmm, I gotta get into you
Oh, I`m gonna show you what it is
I wanna get into you
No need to front, that`s what it is
I gotta get into you
No need to front, that`s what it is
I wanna get into you
[Repeat]
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
A freaky-dicky yo (All the time baby) -- (4x)
Uh, how you feelin y`all (I`m feelin fine) -- (4x)
A freaky-dicky yo (All the time baby) -- (2x)
Uh, how you feelin y`all (I`m feelin fine) -- (2x)
Yo, this is the way it`s goin down
We come in compound releasin double-rounds in hound
Like Keith ?Senses? you defend techniques and on match
When I begin to draw back, cover up your cardiac
`Cause I`ma rush ya, when I penetrate feel the pressure
The critical perfectionist, rhythmic expressionist
We comin deadly y`all ever in
And you`ll be scared to pick the mic up again
Lyrically you on the level of "Green, Eggs and Ham"
Your best bet is fold `cause I gots a bigger hand
Plus I`m steppin like a monster so go-go and scram
You ain`t experienced, you lucky if you ride the ambulance
`Cause when you dealin with fool Will is quite fatal
Shape-shiftin rubbers like Play Dough
Your rhymes are anal and we ain`t got no time to play
No games, put the mic down, boy, try not to say no
More than rhymes `cause you duplicate like Kinkos
You`re a carbon copy with the wrinkles
You actin like a nigga that be rhymin in a Pringle commercial
But you can wear it in rehearsal
Chorus:
No need to front, that`s what it is
I gotta get into you
Oh, I gotta show you what it is
Gotta get into you
Strong communicator called the Black Eyed Peas
Hard illustrator co-coordinate with ease
And duplicator crew, we put em all on freeze
Lock em in the cell, then throw away the keys
Another lost identity in disease
Entity with a so-called MC enemies
Will decrease when I step into your sceneries
Of course now you off course lost up in the source
I`m running out of time, this no time for no scrimmage
Aristorate the diamonds and replace it with the real image
Picture that, I know where I`m at
I know where I`m going and I`ll be back
With a stronger impact lyrics be intact
Get you intoxicated when black attack
With the full-force pressure, hard to measure
On a rate, whack MC`s won`t prevail
On a dream of makin dream braggin about infrared beams
But it seems all they really pullin is pullin them schemes
I take it back to the essense of hip-hop
Never will I stop with my beat-box
Chorus
Can you feel it
Hmm, I gotta get into you
Oh, I`m gonna show you what it is
I wanna get into you
No need to front, that`s what it is
I gotta get into you
No need to front, that`s what it is
I wanna get into you
[Repeat]
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