Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah A´freaky-deaky, y´all! (All the time baby) A´freaky-deaky, y´all! (All the time baby) A´freaky-deaky, y´all! (All the time baby)
A´freaky-deaky, y´all! (All the time baby) Uh, how you feelin´ y´all? (I´m feelin´ fine) Uh, how you feelin´ y´all? (I´m feelin´ fine) Uh, how you feelin´ y´all? (I´m feelin´ fine) Uh, how you feelin´ y´all? (I´m feelin´ fine) A´freaky-deaky y´all! (All the time baby) A´freaky-deaky y´all! (All the time baby) Uh, how you feelin y´all? (I´m feelin´ fine) Uh, how you feelin y´all? (I´m feelin´ fine)
[will.i.am] Yo, this is the way it´s goin´ down We come in compound, releasin´ double-rounds in hound Like heat sensors, your defense techniques are no match When I begin to draw back, cover up your cardiac ´Cause I´ll arrest ya, when I penetrate feel the pressure
The critical perfectionist, rhythmic expressionist We comin´ deadlier than venom 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 brothers like Play-Doh 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 o´ them rhymes ´cause you duplicate like Kinkos
You´re a carbon copy with the wrinkles You whacka than that nigga that be rhymin´ in the Pringle commercials Put your career in reversal
[Kim Hill] 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
[apl.de.ap] 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, there´s no time for no scrimmage A race to raid 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 rated scale, whack MC´s won´t prevail On a dream of makin´ cream, braggin´ about infrared beams But it seems all they really pullin´ is pullin´ them schemes I take it back to the essence of hip-hop
Never will I stop with my beat-box
[Kim Hill] 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
[ Kim Hill] Can you feel it? Hmm, I gotta get into you Oh, I´m gonna show you what it is I wanna get into you
[Kim Hill] 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 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