god is gonna bury us all No-one's gonna fight in a ten-bob revolution Have faith in what you've got and it will carry us all Carry us all Carry us all
they put us in the ground we'll be side by side I never had a girl make me feel like you And every day I wake up, I feel brand new I live for you and
the neck Now hop around the room - always be glad Show us your teeth - and bang the head Your tongue until the nose - absolutely mad Ref.: Hey Everybody - c'mon dance with us
from ya ass so don't rush to bust Bitches die, cry, and lust for us Damn it feel good to be platinum plus Don't fuck wit us cuzz we dangerous Hold fans
gravy still reaching wit my words And make 'em feel good on the first and the third Take you back when I was sixteen wits a bankroll Posted on a corner like a light pole They used to call us
hit the lottery, [Chorus] now this should be the part of the song that they drop the needle on, and hell breaks loose, try to restrain us you cant contain us
it's Judgement Day Hey Homie if ya feel me Tell them tricks that shot me that they missed they ain't killed me I can make a muthafucker shake rattle
heart tonight Miss Kiss Kiss Bang, come let us sing Miss Kiss Kiss Bang, now let us swing Shake your sweet, sweet, sweet little thing Mrs Kiss Kiss Bang, come let us
and lay with me. I love you. And honesty, I love you. You make me feel alive, and I'll love you Until the end of time. My hands shake clasped with fear
and, Every nigga wanna pull off on my frock and, Me and Cham do that Yard-Hip Hop and, Y'all can't fuck with us, We keep niggas boppin' (Let 'em know
know why they hatin' on us (why) Cause that's so fabulous (what) I'ma be real on us (c'mon) Nobody got nuttin' on us (no) Girls be all on us, from London
only evident And the music's been sent To move your ligament Show you down to us C'mon baby shake that thang We ain't tryin' to hold nobody back Tell
you. I got sumthin for that a** (I got sumthin for that a**) You could feel it in the car (you could feel it in the car) I just want to see you dance
for celebration Gotta find us on your channel, find us on your station We bring the movement of Black Eyed Peas-ilation The whole globe's gonna feel
feat. Meka [Busta Rhymes - talking] Yeah .. Come fuck wit us .. Yeah, ya'll know what to do to this shit Yeah, haha, streets We bout to do it again We
walkin around fearin us (what?) Front nigga, like you don't wanna be hearin us (no!) Gotta listen to hot radio yo be playin us (ahh) Thirty time a
expensive OOOH! Run up the fader, ain't nuttin greater Still a little hater be gettin paper go meet your maker Undertaker now go shake whatcha momma gave ya Shake-a shake
now [x2] Time keeps slipping us by When we're alone Music makes me get high We're getting down on the floor Let this groove just take you Make your booty shake