Тексты и переводы песен Black eyed peas

Where Is Love?. Black eyed peas. Текст песни

Fri, 10 Sep 2010 07:08:45 +0400

Where Is Love?

What's wrong with the world, mama?
People livin like they ain't got no mamas
I think the whole world's addicted to the drama

Only attracted to the things that'll bring the drama
Overseas ya we tryin to stop terrorism
But we still got terrorists here livin
In the U.S.A, the big C.I.A
The bloods & the crips, and the KKK
But if you only got love for your own ways
Then you only leave space to discriminate
And to discriminate only generates hate
And when you hate, then you're bound to get irate

Madness is what you demonstrate
And that's exactly how anger works and operates

Man ya gotta have love, this'll set us straight
Take control of your mind and meditate
Let your soul gravitate, to the love ya'll

People killin
People dyin
Children hurt and
Women cryin
Will you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek
Father father father, help us
Need some guidance from above
These people got me got me questioning

Where is the love?
(love) Where is the love?
(The love) Where is the love?
(The love) Where is the love?
(Where is the love the love my love)

It just ain't the same
Old ways have changed
New days are strange, is world insane?
If love and peace is so strong
Why are there pieces of love that don't belong
Nations droppin bombs
Chemical gasses fillin lungs of little ones
With ongoin sufferin, as the youth die young
So ask yourself, is the lovin really gone
So I can ask myself, really what is going wrong
With this world that we livin in, people keep on givin in

Makin wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends

Not respectin eachother, deny thy brother
A war is goin on but the reason's under cover

The truth is kept secret, and swept under the rug
If you never know truth, then you never know love

Where's the love ya'll? (i don't know)

Where's the truth ya'll? (i don't know)
And where's the love ya'll?
(Where is the love the love my love)

I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder
As I'm getting older, ya'll people gets colder

Most of us only care about money makin
Selfishness got us followin the wrong direction
Wrong information always shown by the media
Negative images is the main criteria
Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria
Kids wanna act like what they see in the cinema
Whatever happened to the values of humanity?
Whatever happened to the fairness and equality
Instead of spreading love we spreadin animosity
Lack of understandin leading us away from unity
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin under
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin down
It's no wonder why sometimes I'm feelin under
Gotta keep my faith alive till love is found
Now ask yourself

Shut Up. Black eyed peas. Текст песни

Fri, 10 Sep 2010 07:08:45 +0400

Shut Up

Shut up
Just shut up
Shut up [3x]
Shut it up, just shut up
Shut up
Just shut up
Shut up [3x]
Shut it up, just shut up

We try to take it slow
But we're still losin control
And we try to make it work
But it still isn't the worst
And I'm craaazzzy
For tryin to be your laaadddy
I think I'm goin crazy

Girl, me and you were just fine (you know)
We wine and dine
Did them things
that couples do when in love (you know)
Walks on the beach and stuff (you know)
Things that lovers say and do
I love you boo, I love you too
I miss you a lot, I miss you even more
That's why I flew you out
When we was on tour
But then something got out of hand
You start yellin when I'm with my friends
Even though I had legitimate reasons (bull shit)
You know I have to make them evidence (bull shit)
How could you trust our private lives girl
That's why you don't believe my lies
And quit this lecture

We try to take it slow
But we're still losin control
And we try to make it work
But it still isn't the worst
And I'm craaazzzy
For tryin to be your laaadddy
I think I'm goin crazy

Why does he know she gotta move so fast
Love is progress if you could make it last
Why is it that you just lose control
Every time you agree on takin it slow
So why does it got to be so damn tough
Cuz fools in lust could never get enough of love
Showin him the love that you be givin
Changing up your livin
For a lovin transition
Girl lip so much she tryin to get you to listen
Few mad at each other has become our tradition
You yell, I yell, everybody yells
Got neighbors across the street sayin
Who the hell?!?
Who the hell?
What the hell's going down?
Too much of the bickering
Kill it with the sound and

We try to take it slow
But we're still losin control
And we try to make it work
But it still isn't the worst
And I'm craaazzzy
For tryin to be your laaadddy
I think I'm goin crazy

Girl our love is dyin
Why can't you stop tryin
I never been a quitah
But I do deserve betta
Believe me I will do bad
Let's forget the past
And let's start this new plan
Why? Cuz it's the same old routine
And then next week I hear them scream
Girl I know you're tired of the things they say
You're damn right
Cuz I heard them lame dame excuses just yesterday
That was a different thing
No it ain't
That was a different thing
No it ain't
That was a different thing
It was the same damn thing
Same ass excuses
Boy you're useless

We try to take it slow
But we're still losin control
And we try to make it work
But it still isn't the worst
And I'm craaazzzy
For tryin to be your laaadddy
I think I'm goin crazy

Stop the talking baby
Or I start walking baby
Is that all there is
Stop the talking baby
Or I start walking baby
Is that all there is

Pump It. Black eyed peas. Текст песни

Fri, 10 Sep 2010 07:08:45 +0400

Pump It

Ha ha ha
Pump it
Ha ha ha
And pump it (louder) [4x]

Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right

N*ggas wanna hate on us (who)
N*ggas be envious (who)
And I 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 back down to the US (s, s)

We rockin' it (contagious), monkey business (outrageous)
Just confess, your girl admits that we the sh*t

F-R-E-S-H (fresh)
D-E-F, that's right we def (rock)
We definite B-E-P, we rappin' it
So, turn it up (turn it up) [3x]
C'mon baby, just

Pump it (louder) [6x]

And say, oh oh oh oh
Say, oh oh oh oh
Yo, yo

Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right now
This joint is fizzlin'
It's sizzlin'
Right

(Yo, check this out right here)
Dude wanna hate on us (dude)
Dude need'a ease on up (dude)
Dude wanna act on up
But dude get shut like flavor shut (down)
Chicks say, she ain't down
But chick backstage when we in town (ha)
She like man on drunk (fool)
She wanna hit n' run (errr)
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
Shake it, shake it, shake it girl
Make sure you don't break it, girl
Cause we gonna

Turn it up (turn it up) [3x]
C'mon baby, just
Pump it (louder) [6x]

And say, oh oh oh oh
Say, oh oh oh oh
Yo, yo
Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right now
This joint is fizzlin'
It's sizzlin'
Right

Damn (damn) [5x]

Apl. de ap. from Philippines
Live and direct, rocking this scene
Waiting on down for the B-boys
And B-girls waiting, doin' their thing
Pump it, louder come on
Don't stop, and keep it goin'
Do it, lets get it on
Move it!

Come on, baby, do it

On the stereo
Let those speakers blow your mind
(Blow my mind, baby)
To let it go, let it go
Here we go
С'mon, we're there
On the radio
The system is gonna feel so fine

Pump it (louder) [6x]

And say, oh oh oh oh
Say, oh oh oh oh
Yo, yo
Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right now
This joint is fizzlin'
It's sizzlin'
Right

My Style. Black eyed peas. Текст песни

Fri, 10 Sep 2010 07:08:45 +0400

My Style

[Chorus]
I know that you like my style [2x]
You can't get to turn you out
Everybody in the place get wild
I know that you like my style [2x]
You've gotta drop it on your pants right now
Everybody in the place get wild
[So what you sayin']
What's up, what's up with you girl [2x]
What's up, what's up with you boy [2x]

Don't jock, don't jock, baby don't jock me
I drop the hotness, baby watch me
You can't, you can't, no you can't stop me
'Coz I’m a champ on the rep like rocky
And when I spit it trying out at Z rocks me
Got my style trademark with the copy
Right, you know my style is naughty
Right, so don't cock-block me
You like my style when I’m whiling out with my gang
And I gain my fame from doing my damn thing
On a mike and I turn the stage like cocaine
And I bang them thangs like I’m a loverman

[Chorus]

Our style lined up when we team up
JT and BEP sold the scene up
CalI to Tennessee and in between 'em
We the hottest in the biz (?)
We be rolling four Hummers and a Pima
With sunset off the chI cantina
Stepped out looking fresh and clean-ah
PaparazzI put me in any magazine-ah
I got eight million ways to rockin' like this
And ain't nobody drop their styles like this
I’ma give it to you like that and like this
And my momma always told me “My baby's a genius”

[Chorus]

[Taboo in Spanish]

I like to keep my style on singo [singo]
Baby you can call me mijo [mijo]
I make you say “Adios, mijo”
[Spanish]
I make it hot for you if it's frijo

It feels like something's heating up
Timberland on the drum-drum he's beatin' up
Black Eyed Peas, there's no defeating us
JT, he's rocking a beat with us
Them freaks, they want to freak with us
After the spot they tryin'a meet with us
They know our style is fabulous
Off the hook our style ridiculous

What's up, what's up with you girl [2x]
What's up, what's up with you boy [2x]

I know that you like my style [2x]
I've been gone for a while
But I’m back with a brand new style

Black Eyed Peas [Black Eyed Peas]
JT [that's me]
And we out baby [out baby]

My Humps. Black eyed peas. Текст и перевод песни

Fri, 10 Sep 2010 07:08:45 +0400

My Humps

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps.
(Check it out)

I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these ice-ys.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and then Donna
Karan, they be sharin’
All their money got me wearin’
Fly gearrr but I ain’t askin,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
Seven Jeans, True Religion's,
I say no, but they keep givin’
So I keep on takin’
And no I ain’t taken
We can keep on datin’
I keep on demonstrating.

My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got u,
She’s got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What u gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out)

I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Lets spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.

They say I’m really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin’ at my lump, lump.
U can look but you can’t touch it,
If u touch it I’ma start some drama,
You don’t want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don’t pull on my hand boy,
You ain’t my man, boy,
I’m just tryn’a dance boy,
And move my hump.

My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps x3
In the back and in the front.
My lovin’ got u,
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me.

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gon do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon’ do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I’ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin all your money on me and spendin’ time on me
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me.

Мои бугорки

Что ты собираешься делать со всем этим хламом?
Со всем этим хламом в твоём чемодане?
Я заставлю тебя опьянеть, опьянеть, опьянеть,
Заставлю тебя опьянеть, любимый, от моего бугорка.
Мой бугорок, мой бугорок, мой бугорок, мой бугорок, мой бугорок,
Мой бугорок, мой бугорок, мой бугорок, мои симпатичные маленькие бугорки.
(Можешь проверить)

Я свожу своих братцев с ума,
Я делаю это каждый день.
Они, правда, ко мне хорошо относятся,
Они покупают мне все эти модные вещички:
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi, а также Donna
Karan, они делят со мной
Все свои деньги, они заставляют меня надевать
Улётные прикиды, но я их об этом даже не прошу.
Они говорят, что им нравится моя зад**ца,
Семь Джинс, Истинная Религия.
Я говорю им: «Нет», но они продолжают давать,
А я продолжаю брать.
И даже если я не стану брать,
Мы можем продолжать встречаться,
И я буду продолжать демонстрировать

Свою любовь, свою любовь, свою любовь, свою любовь.
Ты любишь мои девичьи бугорки,
Мой бугорок, мой бугорок, мой бугорок,
Ты во власти моих бугорков.
Она заставляет меня тратить,
(О) Ты тратишь все свои деньги и время на меня.
Она заставляет меня тратить,
(О) Ты тратишь все свои деньги на меня, на меня, на меня.

Я встретил девушку на дискотеке.
Она сказала: «Эй, эй, эй, да, пошли!
Я могу быть твоей крошкой, а можешь быть моим сладким.
Давай будем тратить время, а не деньги.
Я смешаю твоё молоко со своим какао-порошком,
Молочное, молочное какао,
смешаю твоё молоко со своим какао-порошком, молочное, молочное, пра-а-вда».

Говорят, я безумно сексуальна.
Все мальчики хотят секса со мной.
Они всегда стоят рядом со мной,
Всегда танцуют рядом со мной,
Пытаясь нащупать мой бугорок,
Смотря на мой бугорок.
Ты можешь смотреть, но трогать нельзя,
Если дотронешься, я тебе устрою.
Но ты же не хочешь проблем,
Нет, никаких проблем, нет, нет, никаких проблем.
Поэтому, не тяни меня за руку, мальчик,
Ты не мой мужчина, мальчик,
Я просто хочу потанцевать, мальчик,
И подвигать своим бугорком.

Мой бугорок, мой бугорок, мой бугорок, мой бугорок,
Мой бугорок, мой бугорок, мой бугорок, мой бугорок, мой бугорок, мой бугорок.
Мои симпатичные девичьи бугорки (3 раза).
Спереди и сзади.
Ты во власти моей любви.
Она заставляет меня тратить,
(О) Ты тратишь все свои деньги и время на меня.
Она заставляет меня тратить,
(О) Ты тратишь все свои деньги на меня, на меня, на меня.

Что ты собираешься делать со всем этим хламом?
Со всем этим хламом в твоём чемодане?
Я заставлю тебя опьянеть, опьянеть, опьянеть,
Заставлю тебя опьянеть, любимый, от моего бугорка.
Что ты собираешься делать с этой зад**цей?
С этой зад**цей под этими джинсами?
Я заставлю, заставлю, заставлю тебя кричать,
Заставлю тебя кричать, заставлю тебя кричать.
Что ты собираешься делать со всем этим хламом?
Со всем этим хламом в твоём чемодане?
Я заставлю тебя опьянеть, опьянеть, опьянеть,
Заставлю тебя опьянеть, любимый, от моего бугорка.
Что ты собираешься делать с этой грудью?
С этой грудью под этой рубашкой?
Я заставлю, заставлю, заставлю тебя работать,
Заставлю тебя работать, заставлю тебя работать.
Она заставляет меня тратить,
Ты тратишь все свои деньги и время на меня.
Она заставляет меня тратить,
Ты тратишь все свои деньги на меня, на меня, на меня.

Источник: hhop.info

More. Black eyed peas. Текст песни

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More (more)
More (more)
Check it out everybody here we go (c'mon)
Now stop, keep it jumpin' on the floo' (jump)
Bust through the roof white bro (oh)
Rose to the top we're the cream of the crop
When's the last time you heard it this hot?
Black Eyed Peas and you know we don't stop (c'mon)
Roll it up a little bit and make it drop (drop)
Internationally selling and you know how we do
You know the B.E.P will make you bounce (c'mon)
Demonstrate a new way of gettin' down
We get, we gettin' down in your town
spittin' that funk all around
stompin' on the ground

Yeah we be up in the place
People gather round, have a taste
Melodies all up in your face
We droppin that fluid and you know how we do it

They want, they want, they want, they want More
You got, you got, you got, you got More
They want, they want, they want, they want More
You got, you got, you got, you got More
They want, they want, they want, they want More
You got, you got, you got, you got More
They want, they want, they want, they want More
You got, you got, you got, you got...

Party people, all the party people
all the party people, all the party people
Party people, all the party people
all the party people, all the party people

Worldwide fashion rhyme everlasting
Keeping it fresh rockin' it with a passion
apl.de.ap, the man with the flow
Breaking it down like this here we go

Yeah we be up in the place
People gather round, have a taste
Melodies all up in your face
We droppin that fluid and you know how we do it

Where's the party at?...
Party people
all the party people...

Yeah we partyin' in the place
So people gather round, have a taste
We got melodies all up in your face
We droppin that fluid and you know how we do it

Mas Que Nada. Black eyed peas. Текст песни

Fri, 10 Sep 2010 07:08:45 +0400

Mas Que Nada

Oaria raio
Oba Oba Oba
Oaria raio
Oba Oba Oba

mas que nada
black eyed peas came in to make it hotter
we beat the party starters
bubblin up just like lava
like lava heat it like a sauna
penetrating into your body armor
rhythmically we message ya
with hip hop mixed up with samba
with samba so yes yes yall
you know we never stop
we never rest yall
the black eyed peas are keeping it funky fressh yall
and we wont stop until we get you, til we get you

Oaria raio
Oba Oba Oba
Oaria raio
Oba Oba Oba

peter piper picked peppers but Tab rocked ryhmes
1,2,3 for several times
heavy rotation made by every kind
of radio stations blessing every mind
and we crossing boundaries like everyday
????????????????????????
we got we got tab magnification tab magnafied
like every day
so yes yes yall
you know we never stop we never rest yall yall
the black eyed peas are keeping it funky fressh yall
and we wont stop until we get you, til we get you sayin

Oaria raio
Oba Oba Oba (la la la la la)
Oaria raio
Oba Oba Oba

drop hot hot be my daily operation
got to put a right in this crazy occupation
gotta keep it movin' thats the motivation
gotta ride the waves and keep a tight relation
with my team keeping moving and doing it right
i've been in a lab every day til daylight
thats the way things move in this monkey business
we took a old samba song and remixed it

Mas que nada
Sai da minha frente
Eu quero passar
Pois o samba esta animado
O que eu quero e sambar
Este samba
Que e misto de maracatu
E samba de preto velho
Samba de preto tu

mas que nada, we gonna make you feel lil hotter
peas and Sergio Mendes heating up sambaaaa
badabababababaaaaaa
sergio play your piano sergio play your yo yo yo yo piano
(echoing)

Oaria raio
Oba Oba Oba (la la la la la)
Oaria raio
Oba Oba Oba (la la la la la)

Oaria raio
Oba Oba Oba

Este samba
Que e misto de maracatu
E samba de preto velho
Samba de preto tu (la la la la la)

Let's Get It Started. Black eyed peas. Текст и перевод песни

Fri, 10 Sep 2010 07:08:45 +0400

Let's Get It Started

Let's get it started, in here!

And the bass keeps running, running.
And running, running…

In this contest,
there's no disrespect.
So when I bust my rhymes,
you break your necks!

We got 5 minutes for us to disconnect,
from all intellect and let the
rhythm effect.
To lose you inhibition
Follow your intuition.
Free your inner soul,
and break away from tradition.
Cause when we beat out,
girl it's pulling without.
You wouldn't believe how
we wow shit ouuut.
Burn it til it's burned out.
Turn it til it's turned out.
Actin' up from north, west,
east, south.

Everybody! (Yeah?)
Everybody! (Yeah?)
Get into it! (Yeah!)
Get stupid! (Come on!)
Get it started! (Come on!)
Get it started! (Yeah!)
Get it started!

Chorus:
Let's get it started (ha!)
Let's get it started (In here.)[x4]

Lose control,
of body and soul.
Don't move too fast,
people, just take it slow.
Don't get ahead.
Just jump into it.
Y'all hear about it,
the Peas'll do it.
Get started!
Get stupid!
Don't worry about it,
people, we'll walk you through it.
Step by step,
like an infant, new kid.
Inch by inch,
with a new solution.
Transmit hits,
with no delusion.
The feeling's irresistible,
and that's how we move it.

Bridge:
It keeps running, running,
and running, running.
Come on y'all.
Let's get COOL-KOOL!
Uh-huh, let's get COOL-KOOL!
(In here.)
Oh, oh, oh.
ya ya ya YA!

Let's get ill,
that's the deal.
Out the gate, we will,
bring a punked Eye thrill.

(Just)
Lose your mind,
this is the time.
Y'all can't sit still,
just to bang your spine.
(Just)
Bob your head, like me, Apl.De
Up inside your club,
or in your Bentley.
Get messy.
Loud and sick.
Your mind past normal,
on another head trip.
So, come dumb now,
do not correct it.
Let's get ignite,
let's get hectic.

Поехали

Давайте зажигать, прямо сейчас!

Бас набирает мощность, (и набирает,
и набирает, и набирает, и набирает…)

В этом соревновании
Нет места неуважению,
Поэтому когда я отбиваю свои ритмы,
Ты сворачиваешь голову!(ты танцуешь брейк)

У нас есть пять минут, чтобы отключить
Разум и слушать только ритм.

Долой запреты,
Следуй интуиции,
Выпусти душу наружу,
И хватит соблюдать традиции.
Потому что когда мы отстукиваем бит,
Девочка, оно само рвется наружу
Вы глазам не поверите, как
Мы сейчас зажжем!
Жги, пока не сгорит!
Врубай, пока не вырубится!
Мы наступаем с севера, с юга, с
востока и с запада

Все здесь! (А?)
Все вместе! (А?)
Проникнитесь этим!
Станьте глупее! (Ну же!)
Зажигайте! (Ну же!)
Зажигайте (Ну!)
Зажигайте!

Припев:
Давайте зажигать! (Ха!)
Давайте зажигать! (Прямо здесь!) х4

Теряй контроль
Над душой и телом.
Не надо резких движений,
Плавней, народ.
Не вырывайся вперед.
Прочувствуйте все до конца.
Вы все услышите:
Peas сделают это!
Приготовьтесь!
Дурачьтесь!
Не беспокойтесь,
Народ, нам это по зубам.
Шаг за шагом,
Как малыш, маленький ребенок,
Дюм за дюймом
Со свежим решением.
Распевайте хиты
Без бреда.
Чувство неотразимо,
Вот как мы двигаем его.

Переход:
Он мощнее, мощнее,
Все мощнее и мощнее.
Давайте, все вместе!
Давайте КРУЧЕ!
Uh-huh, давайте КРУЧЕ!
(Прямо сейчас)
Oh, oh, oh.
ya ya ya YA!

Давайте заболеем -
Таков уговор.
Распахните ворота, мы
Добавим острых, припанкованных,
наших фирменных ощущений
(Всего лишь)
Сойдите с ума,
Пришло время.
Вам не усидеть на месте,
Не удержать спину прямо.
(Всего лишь)
Трясите головой, как я, Apl. De
Не важно, где вы находитесь: в клубе
Или в своем "Бентли".
Станьте грязными,
Шумными и больными.
Ваши крыши уехали
В долгое путешествие.
Так что, сойдите с ума,
Идите против правил.
Давайте гореть,
Давайте не сидеть на месте.

Автор перевода песни: Spring Forest

Dont Phunk with my heart. Black eyed peas. Текст песни

Fri, 10 Sep 2010 07:08:45 +0400

Don't Phunk with my heart

No, no, no, no...,
don’t phunk with my heart
(Yeah)
No, no, no, no...,
don’t phunk with my heart

I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby
(Love, love, love, love)
in love, baby
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby
(Love, love, love, love)
in love, baby

Girl, you know you got me, got me
With your pistol shot me, shot me
And I'm here helplessly
In love and nothing can stop me
You can't stop me cause once I start it
Can't return me cause once you bought it
I'm coming baby, don’t got it (don’t make me wait)
So let’s be about it

No, no, no, no...,
don’t phunk with my heart

Baby, have some trustin', trustin'
When I come in lustin', lustin'
Cause I bring you that comfort
I ain’t only here cause I want ya, body
I want your mind too
Interestin’s what I find you
And I'm interested in the long haul
Come on girl (yee-haw)

(come on)

I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby
(Love, love, love, love)
in love, baby
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby
(Love, love, love, love)
in love, baby

No, no, no, no...,
don’t phunk with my heart

Girl, you had me, once you kissed me
My love for you is not iffy
I always want you with me
I'll play Bobby and you’ll play Whitney
If you smoke, I'll smoke too
(Cough)
That’s how much I'm in love with you
Crazy is what crazy do
Crazy in love, I'm a crazy fool

No, no, no, no...,
don’t phunk with my heart

Why are you so insecure
When you got passion and love here
You always claimin’ I'm a cheater
Think I'd up and go leave ya
For another senorita
You forgot that I need ya
You must of caught amnesia
That’s why you don’t believe

(uh, yeah, check it out)

Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing, baby
Cause you know you got me by a string, baby
Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing, baby
Cause you know you got me by a string, baby

Baby girl, you make me feel
You know you make me feel so real
I love you more than sex appeal
(Cause you’re)
That-tha, that tha, that-tha, that girl
That-tha, that tha, that-tha, that girl
That-tha, that tha, that-tha, that girl
That-tha, that tha, that-tha, that girl
That-tha, that tha, that-tha, that girl
That-tha, that tha, that-tha, that girl

No, no, no, no...,
don’t phunk with my heart
No, no, no, no...,
don’t phunk with my heart

That-tha, that tha, that-tha, that girl
That-tha, that tha, that-tha, that girl

I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby
(Love, love, love, love)
in love, baby
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby
(Love, love, love, love)
in love, baby
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby
(Love, love, love, love)
in love, baby
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby
(Love, love, love, love)
in love, baby

Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing, baby
Cause you know you got me by a string, baby
Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing, baby
Cause you know you got me by a string, baby