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Check it out, check it out, check it out Check it out, out, out, check it out Check it out, check it out, check it out Check it out, out, out Hands up, coming with rhythms to make your head jerk Hands up, we makin' our whole joint short circuit Hands high, touch the sky, get 'em up Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up We gon' make you move, we gon' make you hot, hot Elbows above your head because we holding up the spot, hit 'em up We gon' get it goin' even if y'all don't be knowing, y'all don't be knowing Cos this shit that we throwing get you going, go retarded Started up, bangin' like this got me chartin' up Didn't mean to bump ya, pardon us Diggin' this cut cause we sharpened up You dumbing it down, we smarten it up We penetrate even though your guard was up Get down to the beat cause we fallin' up Electric cause we like charging up We the B-E Peas, uh Rhythmic sonic pleaser Hit ya, hot like fever Boiling two hundred degrees, ah You're burning up Letras de cancionesHeats getting low, let me turn it up Let me fuck up your ear till my sperm is up In your brain, and the baby Will.I.Am's be saying Hands up, coming with rhythms to make your head jerk Hands up, we makin' our whole joint short circuit Hands high, touch the sky, get 'em up Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up Hands up, coming with rhythms to make your head jerk Hands up, we makin' our whole joint short circuit Hands high, touch the sky, get 'em up Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up Tabamatic, full manual flows deeper than Atlantic O's Apl De Ap got ridiculous flows Catchin' rhythm, makin' them grow Mathematic Apl will go Up in the scene we original You know what I mean, B-E-P mineral Stormin' strong for the several Baracade laid for you terribles Ho, I'm the chief Phillipino Letting you know we about to blow Will.I.Am, Ap and Tab double O Set 'em up, shut 'em down, get 'em up Time for us to raise it up Never going down, always heading up Raise your hands cause we blaze it up Anybody here who waited long To you I dedicate this song Ain't nothing wrong, gotta make it right Straight to the point, this is the new joint And you know this is the jam y'all Come on down and dance y'all Have a ball y'all, throw your hands up Hands up, coming with rhythms to make your head jerk Hands up, we makin' our whole joint short circuit Hands high, touch the sky, get 'em up Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up Hands up, coming with rhythms to make your head jerk Hands up, we makin' our whole joint short circuit Hands high, touch the sky, get 'em up Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up Black Eyed Peas will announce Some things that you can't avoid You need to b-b-b-bounce to this B-b-b-b-b-bounce to our joint We come with more than a ounce More like a tonne full of noise So b-b-b-b-bounce to this B-b-b-b-b-b-bounce to our joint We came to get ya, get ya Bouncin' so get ya, get ya Ass up we got ya, got ya Movin', let's make it hotter Hotter than molten lava Bubblin' like boilin' water Aahh, get 'em up Hands up, coming with rhythms to make your head jerk Hands up, we makin' our whole joint short circuit Hands high, touch the sky, get 'em up Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up Hands up, coming with rhythms to make your head jerk Hands up, we makin' our whole joint short circuit Hands high, touch the sky, get 'em up Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up Hands up, get ya hands up Get ya hands in the air like it's a stick-up Hands up, get ya hands up The reason why they up cause we rip shit up We the riggy-riggy-riggy-riggy-riggy-riggy-rah The higgy-higgy-higgy-higgy-higgy-higgy-hah The riggy-riggy-riggy-riggy-riggy-riggy rah The riggy-riggy, riggy, riggy-riggy, riggy Riggy-riggy, riggy, ri-ri-riggy, ri-ri-riggy Riggy-riggy, ri-ri-ri-riggy From Letras Mania