Question for the ages What's going on with my rap pages? Rappers wanna be down, but listen listen You got to feel it within your body and your spirit When you listen to the rhythm [come on] It's the abstract Wil is on the beat Women all around the globe, the world You got to follow me Change your history, categories Different people in the same territories Hip-hop in here for my Black Eyed Peas So watch it watch it be mindful of the speakers please Coz they gonna rumble and shake the ground Break addles breakin sound Fill the embraceful pound Treat all the things profound If you wanna dude to help you out Make it cool around your friends without smoking now Play the song kinda loud, it could help you out And you could work it out, yeah you could work it out It's like that, and a
[Chorus] And we got it like that [like that] You know we got it like that [like that] Y'all we got it like that [like that] It's like that, like that [like that] Y'all we got it like that [like that] You know we got it like that [like that] Yeah we got it like that [like that]
It's like that coz I got it like that And I got it like that also Got a style that's way out like Bosto You know I'm known to cook a nigga like Charcoal Steady droppin' rounds like it's heavy cargo [Can I kick it?] Yup, really far though From El Segundo to Toronto I once hit a girl up in Chicago But I'd never say Who unless my name was Tonto Yup, you know how the date rape go Kobe showed we a classic example Now they know the Peas collect the dough So they knocking on our door like we was Fargo Yup, they see me in a Will.I.Am suit But I wasn't that cute when I didn't have the loot And I don't smoke birds but I'm still real nice with the verse So fuck (hey!) what you heard Coz we got it like that
Talib, just hit 'em like that I'm from the jungle, brother, and I got it like that Yo, my life got me running through a maze like the white rat I need a shot of Remy like my rap It's like the yack is the fights that got me spillin' on the right track And I like this will so I might get ill On the mikes somebody might get killed So many damn rappers there's a stifle in heaven My tongue is a weapon and plus when I bust its the stuff of legend When this Brooklyn MC come after you You be running like a herd of Caribou down Myrtle Avenue Where we ain't nothin pretty that's the attitude To be at Fight Club, even Brad had to crack a tooth Stare into the Sun, they try to copy Let your eyes get used to the light because you gotta watch me Sneak up on you like saki My lyrics get out of a split atom like Hiroshima and Nagasaki
It's the Apl.De.Ap in the lab with the rap Demonstrate how we act, we attack any track It's the Black Eyed Peas and we back with the facts Start with the fat skills that rose in the past We got it like how you know how to beast rocks Entertain you, see you soon at the next spot The crew got you bouncing and dropping your eye Making you naha ehshabisha e mat Tss tsss tsss, I'ma roll with the hot I'ma flow from the soul when you can't hold me back Ke-ke-keep on keep on rolling the track I'ma simply simply always attach Jeepney Music by Apl.De.Ap From L.A to Philippines we bridging the gap We got it like that you know we got it like that Like... we got it like that y'all
It's like that and a... It's like that and a... ...
My man Q-Tip in the house Cee-lo you know he's in the house My man John Legend's in the house Talib Kweli will work it out My man Apl.De is in the house Will.I.Am is definitely in the house Fergie Ferg is in the house Whadup to De La, shout 'em out Drew hip-hop music now Positive vibes, no doubt My man Phife Dawg is in the house My man Shaheed's in the house Tabu, You know I'm in the house Black Eyed Peas represent signin' out [3x]