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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Black Eyed Peas
Black Eyed Peas
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Adams
William Adams
Songwriter
Thomas Van Musser
Thomas Van Musser
Songwriter
Allan Pineda
Allan Pineda
Songwriter
Nicholas Roubanis
Nicholas Roubanis
Songwriter
Stacy Ferguson
Stacy Ferguson
Songwriter

Lyrics

Ha, ha, ha
Pump it
Ha, ha, ha
And pump it (Louder)
Pump it (Louder)
Pump it (Louder)
Pump it (Louder)
Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo right
**** wanna hate on us (Who?)
**** be envious (Who?)
I know why they hate on us (Who?)
'Cause the style so fabulous (Oh)
I'ma be real on us (Who?)
Nobody got nothin' on us (Come on)
Girls be all on us from London back down to the US
S-S, we rockin' it (Contagious)
Monkey business (Outrageous)
Just confess, your girl admits that we the shit
F-R-E-S-H, we fresh
D-E-F, that's right we def (Rock)
Definite
B-E-P we reppin' it so
Turn it up (Turn it up)
Turn it up (Turn it up)
Turn it up
Come on, baby, just
Pump it (Louder)
Pump it (Louder)
Pump it (Louder)
Pump it (Louder)
Pump it (Louder)
Pump it (Louder)
And say (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Say (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
(Yo, yo)
Turn up your radio
Blast your stereo, right now (Now they be)
This joint is fizzlin'
It's sizzlin' right
(Yo check this out right here?)
Dude try to act on up (Who?)
Dude try to act on gut (Who?)
Dude try to act on up
But dude get shut like flavor (Shut 'em down)
Chick act she ain't down
But chick backstage when we in town (Ha)
She like men on drums (Oh)
She wanna hit and run (Ooh)
Yeah, that's the speed
That's what we do, that's who we be
B-L-A-C-K E-Y-E-D-P to the E
Then the A to the S
When we play you shake your ass
Help you shake it, shake it girl
Make sure you don't break it girl
('Cause we gonna)
Turn it up (Turn it up)
Turn it up (Turn it up)
Turn it up
Shout, come on baby just
Come on, come on
Pump it (Louder)
Pump it (Louder)
Pump it (Louder)
Pump it (Louder)
Pump it (Louder)
Pump it (Louder)
And say (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo, right now
This joint is fizzlin'
It's sizzlin' right
Damn (Damn)
Damn (Damn)
Damn (Damn)
Damn
Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh-oh-oh!
Damn
Apl.de.ap from the Philippines live and direct rockin' the scene
Breakin' it down for the B-Boys and the B-Girls waitin' to do their thing
Come on, pump it, do it
Do it, pump it, come on
Do it, come on baby
We do it, pump-a-dooby-do
La-da-dee-da-da-dee-da
(Come on yeah)
On the radi-a-di-a-di-a-dio
Let those speakers blow your mind
(Blow my mind, baby)
Just let it go, let it go
Here we go
La-da-dee-da-da-dee-da (Yeah)
On the radi-a-di-a-di-a-dio
The system's gonna feel so fine
Pump it (Louder)
Pump it (Louder)
Pump it (Louder)
Pump it (Louder)
Pump it (Louder)
Pump it (Louder)
And say (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo, right now
This joint is fizzlin'
It's sizzlin' right
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(iTunes)
Written by: Allan Pineda, Nicholas Roubanis, Stacy Ferguson, Thomas Van Musser, William Adams
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