Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Black Eyed Peas
Performer
Jessica Reynoso
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Adams
Composer
Allan Pineda Lindo
Composer
Taboo
Composer
Joshua Alvarez
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
will.i.am
Producer
Dylan Dresdow
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Booyah)
We live and direct
From that inner space, outer space
Invading your space
[Verse 2]
Ay yo, baby, I'm super duper super dope
Oh, I feel like I made of solid gold
Ay yo, baby I'm super duper super dope, oh
I'm super baby, I'm super dope
I'm super baby, I'm super dope
[Verse 3]
I'm doper that a dope boy
Make a lotta dough, call me Dough Boy
Rockin' Yves Saint Laurent coat, boy
Control the whole game remote boy (Booyah)
Motherfucker, I'm a superstar
Shine so bright, like a quasar
Stay on point, like a laser
Willy got so much flavor (Booyah)
Wanna know about me? Go to Wiki Wiki
I'ma time bomb about to ticky ticky
Sent me on top, on a tippy tippy
Only fly chickens, I'm picky picky
So ill, I'm sicky sicky
Yeah, got the liquor you can sippy sippy
Me love you long time, no quicky quicky
Lotta girl on my dang dang, diggy diggy
[Verse 4]
Ay yo, baby I'm super duper super dope
Oh, I feel like I made of solid gold
Ay yo, baby I'm super duper super dope, oh
I'm super baby, I'm super dope
I'm super baby, I'm super dope
[Verse 5]
I know 'em out the box, boy
I ain't something you can stop, boy (Booyah)
I'm on fire, I'm hot, boy
And I'm that flavor that your not, boy (Booyah)
I got 'em sweating like a fat man
I'm all up in your head like a cat scan
Delete 'em and throw them in a trash can
Attack 'em with the boom bap original rap man (Booyah)
[Verse 6]
I'm the cream of the crop, boy
Supreme 'cause I'm sitting on top, boy
I make it crack 'cause I rock, boy
Constant means that tab don't stop, boy (Booyah)
I kill the game and the coaches
Spray lead, now they running like roaches
Dead prez, now here come the vultures
Make bread 'cause I'm coming with that dopeness
[Verse 7]
Ay yo, baby I'm super duper super dope
Oh, I feel like I made of solid gold
Ay yo, baby I'm super duper super dope, oh
Drop the beat
[Verse 8]
Body blow, body blow
Hit the floor
Fight over, ring the bell baby, ding, ding, ding
TKO comatose, adios
Slow motion on your muddafucka (Booyah)
Superman, super gun
Make 'em run
Shoot 'em down with the wicky wicky, bang bang bang
AutomaticM now your body looking polka-dotted
Blood splattered when I hit ya with the (Booyah)
[Verse 9]
Whiplash, get the cash, get the ching, ching
Get the gold, get the jewels, get the bling, bling, bling, bling
Get the money, get the cash, get the dough
Ten hundred twenties, baby get that (Booyah)
Dollar sign, dollar sign on the brain
On the mental, got money on my m-m-m-mind
Make 'em stop
Hammer time
Hustle time
Keep on hustling
[Verse 10]
Ay yo, baby I'm super duper super dope
Oh, I feel like I made of solid gold
Ay yo, baby I'm super duper super dope, oh
I'm super, baby, I'm super
Dope
[Verse 11]
I'm doper than the dope game
Making more money than the dope man
You see me double fisting, holding champagne
Get turnt up till I had no brain
Motherfucker, I'm a rockstar
In a G6, eatin' up the caviar
Started from the bottom, now I'm outta here
Started from the bottom, now I'm outta here
I be on my hustle, getting busy, busy
Tokyo to Brussels, got me dizzy, dizzy
Travel ,round the world like, "Where is she? Is she?"
Hit me on the phone, I say "Moshi, moshi"
I keep the one hundred
Never fifty, fifty
I keep it hip hop, never hippy hippy
I don't let a cocoa, no sniffy sniffy
I got soul 'cause Seoul is my city, city
[Verse 12]
Ay yo, baby I'm super duper super dope
Oh, I feel like I made of solid gold
Ay yo, baby I'm super duper super dope, oh
I'm super baby, I'm super dope
I'm super baby, I'm super dope
Written by: Adam Keefe Horovitz, Allan Pineda, Allan Pineda Lindo, Daniel F. Jr. Foder, Darryl McDaniels, Jared M. Tankel, Jimmy Gomez, Joseph Simmons, Joshua Alvarez, Lee Chae-rin, Rick Rubin, Taboo, Thomas R Brenneck, William Adams