[Intro: Taboo & will.i.am] 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!)
[Verse 1: 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 wacker than that nigga that be rhymin' in the Pringle commercials Put your career in reversal
[Chorus: 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
[Verse 2: 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
[Chorus: 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
[Bridge: 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
[Chorus: 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 youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
