. To all these A&R's that's playin stars Why you gotta act dumb (dumb) Your girl kno how I beat it like a flat drum. I spit dirty like I'm chewin on black
creep right through the front seat So blatently but silently cause I know that she's sound asleep Who's waking me so violently and why's he on top of
squirrel She screamed bloody murder so loud everybody heard her Slapped me in the mouth and called me a nutty murderer I moved on to two blondes And kissed 'em on
you was taking rapid bites Of my dick when you was on it...my brain is haunted I walk up in a place in a t shirt wit my stains on it But i dont give a
-five-four-three-two-one- -you-slept-on-a-kid-from-the-boondocks Out of Hooterville land of the ill kill Bellsburg Viking so you know I'm top ranking
has started That your favorite uncle died at dawn Top of that your pa and ma have parted You're broken hearted but you go on There's no people like
tat tat tat on your dum dum drum The beat so phat, gonna make me cum, um, um um, um (Over to your place!) Rat tat tat tat on your dum dum drum The beat
a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drum The beat's so fat gonna make me come Um, um, um, over to your place! Rat-a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drum The beat's so
everyone's still on the run And who is the master of foxhounds and who says the hunt is begun and who calls the tune in the court-room and who beats the funeral drum
up Black Eyed Peas would shake a party like thunder Now everybody wanna ask and wonder How the Black Eyed Peas took it from the under From the bottom to the top
: A plague in the workhouse A plague on the poor now I feed on my drum 'til I'm dead Yesterday, fever Tomorrow, St. Peter I'll feed on my drum until
cop that view it's bound to thrill you (Come on, come on, go) Go dig it cop that view it's bound to thrill you (Come on, come on, now, go) Go dig
and the funky drum is drumming That's one of those set's where ya gotta get wreck or get wrecked No time flex, Heavy D is on the set, so what's next? [
This one is for the boys with the boomer system Top down, AC with the cooler system When he come up in the club, he be blazin' up Got stacks on deck like
From dusk to dawn equip the mic on my palm I bring the love so you can get it on Got the books on lock, mother of hip hop For realla, come under from