| fredchoucas | Administrateur | | 8568 messages postés |
| Posté le 04-04-2004 à 16:35:04
| Where Is The Love Année de sortie : 2003 What's wrong with the world, mama People livin' like they ain't got no mamas I think the whole world addicted to the drama Only attracted to things that'll bring you trauma Overseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism But we still got terrorists here livin' In the USA, the big CIA The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK But if you only have love for your own race Then you only leave space to discriminate And to discriminate only generates hate And when you hate then you're bound to get irate, yeah Badness is what you demonstrate And that's exactly how a n**** works and operates N**, you gotta have love just to set it straight Take control of your mind and meditate Let your soul gravitate to the love, y'all, y'all People killin', people dyin' Children hurt and you hear them cryin' Can you practice what you preach And would you turn the other cheek Father, Father, Father help us Send us some guidance from above 'Cause people got me, got me questionin' Where is the love (Love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love The love, the love It just ain't the same, always unchanged New days are strange, is the 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 the ongoin' sufferin' as the youth die young So ask yourself is the lovin' really gone So I could ask myself really what is goin' wrong In this world that we livin' in people keep on givin' in Makin' wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends Not respectin' each other, deny thy brother A war is goin' on but the reason's undercover The truth is kept secret, it's swept under the rug If you never know truth then you never know love Where's the love, y'all, come on (I don't know) Where's the truth, y'all, come on (I don't know) Where's the love, y'all People killin', people dyin' Children hurt and you hear them cryin' Can you practice what you preach And would you turn the other cheek Father, Father, Father help us Send us some guidance from above 'Cause people got me, got me questionin' Where is the love (Love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love The love, the love I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder As I'm gettin' older, y'all, people gets colder Most of us only care about money makin' Selfishness got us followin' our own direction Wrong information always shown by the media Negative images is the main criteria Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria Kids act like what they see in the cinema Yo', whatever happened to the values of humanity Whatever happened to the fairness in equality Instead in spreading love we spreading animosity Lack of understanding, leading lives away from unity That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' under That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' down There's no wonder why sometimes I'm feelin' under Gotta keep my faith alive to lovers bound People killin', people dyin' Children hurt and you hear them cryin' Can you practice what you preach And would you turn the other cheek Father, Father, Father help us Send us some guidance from above 'Cause people got me, got me questionin' Where is the love (Love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love)
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| fredchoucas | Administrateur | | 8568 messages postés |
| Posté le 04-04-2004 à 16:35:54
| Shut up Shut up Just shut up Shut up Shut it up, just shut up Shut up Just shut up Shut up 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 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 transistion 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 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 usless Whhoooaaaa Stop the talking baby Or I start walking baby Is that all there is
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| fredchoucas | Administrateur | | 8568 messages postés |
| Posté le 10-05-2004 à 15:58:12
| (La la la la la) Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you move, mama Get on the floor and move your booty mama We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma (Reeeeewinnnnnd) Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and Hey shorty, I know you wanna party The way your body look really make me feel nauuughty Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and Hey shorty, I know you wanna party The way your body look realli make me feel nauuughty I got a naughty naughty style and a naughty naughty crew But everything I do, I do just for you Im a little bit of Old, and a bigger bit of New The true niggers know that the peas come thru We never cease (noo), we never die no we never decease (noo) We multiply like we mathamatice And then drop bombs like we in the middle east (The bomb bombas, the base boom dramas) Naw y'all know, who we are Y'all know, we the stars Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards And, lookin' hard without bodyguards (I do) what I can (Y'all come thru) will I am And still I stand, With still mic in hand (So come on mama, dance to the druma) Refrain: Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama (Hey) get on the floor and move your booty mama (Yaw) we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma (Hey) so shake your bambama, come on now mama Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama (Hey) get on the floor and move your booty mama (Yaw) we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma (La la la la la) We the big town stompas, and and big sound pumpas The beat bump bumpas in your trunk trunkas The girlies in the club with the big plump plumpas And when I'm makin' love, my hip hump humps It never quits (noo) we need to carry 9mm clips(noo) Don't wanna squeeze trigger, just wanna squeeze tuts (Lubaluba) cause we the show stoppas And the chief rockas, number one chief rockas Naw y'all knaw, who we are Y'all knaw, we the stars Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards How we rockin' it girl, without body guards She be, Fergie, from the crew BEP, come and take heed, as we take the lead (So come on bubba, dance to the druma) Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama (Yaw) get on the floor and move your booty mama (Wuh) we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma (Nawww, nawww) Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and Hey shorty, I know you wanna party The way your body look really make me feel nauuughty But the race is not for the swift But for who can endure it And tippa irie and the black eyed peas will be thhhheeerre Til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti Tippa is ouuuuuut Nosa dima shock, nosa dima ting Everytime you sit there i hear, bling bling O wata ting, hear blacka sing Grinding, and winding And the madda be moving in a perfect timing And we dance and dance to the dance hall rhythm And we're really too nice, it finga akin Like rice and peas and chicken stuffing Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama (Hey) get on the floor and move your booty mama (Yaw) we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma (Hey) so shake your bambama, come on now mama Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama (Hey) get on the floor and move your booty mama (Yaw) we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma (La la la la la)
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