The Black Eyed Peas

The Black Eyed Peas es una banda estadounidense de hip hop/pop formada en 1995 en Los Ángeles, California. El grupo está integrado por los raperos,, Taboo y la cantante J. Rey Soul. Fergie fue la vocalista femenina hasta su salida en 2017. La banda ha ganado seis premios Grammy y ha vendido más de 80 millones de discos en todo el mundo. Su música combina diversos géneros como el pop rap, el electropop, el dance-pop y el west coast hip hop.

En activo desde: 1995
Género: pop rap, electropop, dance-pop
Miembros:,, Taboo y J. Rey Soul
Ex miembros: Dante Santiago, Sierra Swan, Kim Hill y Fergie
Origen: Los Ángeles, California, Estados Unidos
Estado: Activo

1998: Behind the Front

I like the way the rhythm makes me jump and move It gots the feelin’ that makes me wanna do my do. Joints & Jam

I’m the caboose of the wrong doings you produce The wild tail of the tornado running loose. Karma

Focus on this, the ear seductionists More than lyricists in this rap metropolis More like an activist, we give it to you all Presentation will make you have a ball. Fallin’ Up

Every day and all night I dream of holding you tight Crazy as I may seem You’re all that I ever need, babe. The Way U Make Me Feel

Got me feelin’ joy, turn my grey sky blue And when you hear a cut baby doll I know you. Joints & Jam

You hopin’, though, that you had a hand in doin’ the doin’ The conclusion of the evil that you ended and start pursuing. Karma

Sounds start conceiving causing you to meditate Manipulate the line with hypnotical legislate. Fallin’ Up

I gotta make you mine, you’re someone I wanna own I wanna be the one you call when you feelin’ alone. The Way U Make Me Feel

Let your body collide to the rhythm provided By the mind state affairs classified and make your Heat up and flare I swear A serenade, a soul and so beware. Joints & Jam

This is the payback from the past You threw me down like I was just a piece of trash You gave me cash every week just enough to live But didn’t get what I deserved instead I was deceived. Karma

Pick the course that ya take, is it fake, there’s no remorse for a fake we must break, time of rap sold some dough what we make, Yo, collapse, feel the force, full intake. Fallin’ Up

Lettin’ all sparks that resembles Fourth of July skies And you know how much I care about you right. The Way U Make Me Feel

2000: Bridging the Gap

We comin’ through to take control of each zip code Bridgin’ the gap from rap to calypso We gonna strike each city from ‘Frisco. BEP Empire

I called Tab on Wednesday night So we could make plans for Thursday night He said “we could go hit the peapods” I was like yeah, that’s my favorite spot. Weekends

A lot of brothers, claimin’ they hard, I grab the microphone and leave ’em scarred, But not scarred physically, More like scarred mentally. Get Original

Yo Tab and Ap let’s go interact Matter of fact let’s attack ’em with the contact Make the ultimate impact leave ’em hunchbacked Light ’em up with the mic like we pyromaniacs. Release

We three deep, comin’ out of yo’ speaker I’m bustin’ your woofer and tearin’ through your tweeter Every rapper’s talkin’ ’bout killin’ somebody But they ain’t hip-hop to me. BEP Empire

Jumping music, swift DJ’s Smoke machines and laser rays Look out weekend ’cause, here I come Because weekends were, werrrre. Weekends

Stop now, get original Start practicin’, master your flow Stop now, get original What? Stop now, get original Start practicin’, master your flow. Get Original

There’s no kinda act tactics that can stop that When I climax I’ma like kick a hole in that Sympathetic non-poetic crap you callin’ a rap. Release

It’s the Black Eyed Peas (?) climbin’ up the Empire State tower livin’ is the mission desired I see a lot of liars so to dem I cross and fire. BEP Empire

Walk in the club at like 10 o’ clock And the spot is hot, blowing up rooftops Its Thursday night and the night is young Four day weekend, time to have some fun. Weekends

There is really nothin’ you can do We about to hit you in your face with my kung-fu Risky on the microphone, I am Got the energy of Goliath unravellin’. Get Original

Introduction, here’s a new concussion I’ma break it down like a mechanical conductant Eruptin’ volcanic lyrically meaning something. Release

2003: Elephunk

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 a trauma. Where Is the Love?

In this context, there’s no disrespect so when I bust my rhyme, you break ya necks we got five minutes for us to disconnect from all intellect and let the rhythm effect. Let’s Get it Started

Hey mama, this that shit that make you move, mama Get on the floor and move your booty, mama We the blast masters, blastin’ up the jamma. Hey Mama

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). Shut Up

But if you only have love for your own race Then you only leave space to discriminate And to discriminate only generates hate. Where Is the Love?

‘Cause when we be out, girlies pull they weave out You wouldn’t believe how we wow shit out Burnin’ ’til it’s burned out, turn it ’til it’s turned out Act up from North West East South. Let’s Get it Started

I got a naughty naughty style and a naughty naughty crew But everything I do, I do just for you I’m a little bit of old, and a little bit of new. Hey Mama

Shut up, just shut up, shut up We try to take it slow But we’re still losin’ control And we try to make it work But it still ends up the worst, and I’m crazy For tryna be your lady I think I’m goin’ crazy. Shut Up

And that’s exactly how anger works and operates Man, you gotta have love, this’ll set us straight Take control of your mind and meditate Let your soul gravitate to the love, y’all. Where Is the Love?

Lose control, up outta your 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 will do it. Let’s Get it Started

Now y’all know, who we are Y’all know, we the stars Steady rockin’ on y’alls boulevards And, lookin’ hard without bodyguards. Hey Mama

Why does emotion 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. Shut Up

2005: Monkey Business

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 Humps

Niggas wanna hate on us (Who) Niggas be envious (Who) I know why they hate on us (Why) ‘Cause that so fabulous (What) I’m gonna be real on us (Come on). Pump It

Hey baby, my nose is gettin’ big I noticed it be growin’ when I been tellin’ them fibs, now You say your trust’s gettin’ weaker Probably ’cause my lies just started gettin’ deeper. Don’t Lie

Hoy pare pakinggan ‘nyo ko Heto ‘nang tunay na Filipino Galing sa bario Sapang Bato Pumunta ng L.A. nagtrabaho Para makatulong sa nanay. Bebot

I drive these brothers crazy I do it on the daily They treat me really nicely They buy me all these iceys. My Humps

Can you check this out right here? Dude wanna hate on us, Dude need to ease on up, Dude wanna act on up. Pump It

And the author, I forged my signature And now I apologize for what I did to ya ‘Cause what you did to me I did to you. Don’t Lie

Masdan mo ang magagandang dalaga Nakakagigil ang beauty mo talaga Lambing hindi nakakasawa Ikaw lang ang gustong makasama. Bebot

Fly gear but I ain’t asking They say they love my ass in Seven Jeans, True Religion I say no, but they keep giving So I keep on taking. My Humps from the Philippines live and direct rockin’ the scene Breakin’ on down for the B-Boys and B-Girls waitin’ to do their thing Pump it, louder come on Don’t stop, and keep it goin’ Do it, let’s get it on. Pump It

She said I’m leavin’ ‘Cause she can’t take the pain It’s hard to continue this love, it ain’t the same Can’t forget the things that I’ve done inside her brain. Don’t Lie

Pinoy ka sigaw na, sige! Kung maganda ka sigaw na, sige! Kung buhay mo’y mahalaga, sige! Salamat sa ‘yong suporta, sige!. Bebot

2009: The E.N.D

Tonight’s the night, let’s live it up I got my money, let’s spend it up (Fee-) Go out and smash it like, “Oh, my God!” Jump out that sofa, let’s kick it off (Fee-). I Gotta Feeling

Cool, I spend my time just thinking Thinking, thinking ’bout you Every single day, yes, I’m really missing, missing you And all those things we used to Used to, used to, used to do. Meet Me Halfway

Yo, I got that hit to beat the block You can get that bass on the low I got that rock’n’roll, that future flow. Boom Boom Pow

I’mma be on the next level I’mma be rocking over that bass treble I’mma be chilling with my motherfuckin’ crew I’mma be making all them deals you wanna do. Imma Be

I know that we’ll have a ball If we get down, and go out, and just lose it all I feel stressed out, I wanna let it go Let’s go way out, spaced out, and losin’ all control. I Gotta Feeling

Can you meet me halfway? Right at the borderline That’s where I’m gonna wait for you I’ll be looking out, night and day. Meet Me Halfway

I like that boom boom pow Them chickens jacking my style They try to copy my swagger I’m on that next shit now. Boom Boom Pow

Yeah, I’mma be the upgraded new negro, oh I’mma be the average brother with soul I’mma be worldwide international I’ma be in Rio rocking Tokyo. Imma Be

Tonight’s that night, let’s live it up, I got my money, let’s spend it up, Go out and smash it, like, “Oh, my God!”, Jump out that sofa, let’s kick it off. I Gotta Feeling

Took my heart to the limit, and this is where I’ll stay I can’t go any further than this I want you so bad, it’s my only wish. Meet Me Halfway

I’m on that supersonic boom, y’all hear that spaceship (Zoom!) When I step inside the room, them girls go apeshit, mmm. Boom Boom Pow

I’mma be the whole, reason why you even wanna come to a show You can see what I’m rockin’ And I’m kickin’ down a door. Imma Be

2010: The Beginning

Boy, I think about it every night and day I’m addicted, wanna jam inside your love I wouldn’t wanna have it any other way I’m addicted, and I just can’t get enough. Just Can’t Get Enough

This is that original, this has no identical You can’t hack my digital, future aboriginal Get up off my genitals, I stay on that pinnacle Kill you with my lyricals, call me verbal criminal. Don’t Stop the Party

Ayy girl you know you special Wanna jump through the phone, give you beso Wanna hold you tight, never let go ‘Cause your love’s like magic, presto. XOXOXO

I’ve, had, the time of my life And I never felt this way before And I swear, this is true And I owe it all to you. The Time

Honey got her sexy on steaming She’s give my hotness a new meaning Perfection, mami you gleaming Inception, you got a brother dreaming, dreaming. Just Can’t Get Enough

Don’t you stop it, stop it Now baby don’t you stop it, stop it Now baby don’t you stop it, stop it You can not stop us now. Don’t Stop the Party

Girl, I put you in a trance like Tiesto But I ain’t talkin ’bout tech, t-t-t-techno Girl. you stole my heart like a klepto Butterflies in my tummy need Pepto. XOXOXO

I-I came up in here to rock Light a fire, make it hot I don’t wanna take no pictures I just wanna take some shots So come on, let’s go. The Time

Oh baby, I can’t come down, so please come help me out You got me feeling high, and I can’t step off the cloud And I just can’t get enough. Just Can’t Get Enough

You could call me crazy man, everyday I’m partyin’ You could find me at the club, poppin’ bottles minglin’. Don’t Stop the Party

Baby, everywhere I go, I’m not alone You let me know, you’re on my phone You’re in my dreams, you’re on my screen You send me X and O’s, X and O’s. XOXOXO

I got freaky freaky baby I was chilling with my ladies I didn’t come to get bougie I came here to get crazy. The Time

2018: Masters of the Sun Vol.1

A day in a life of a kid in America everyone’s a critic, watch them criticize your character, everybody watching ya People love to stare at ya. BIG LOVE

Street livin’, caught in the trap Guns or books, sell crack or rap Be like kings or be like pawns. STREET LIVIN’

I wanna say what’s on my motherfuckin’ conscious The whole world right now is fucking bonkers The internet is the brand new conqueror. RING THE ALARM

Ring the alarm, get on the horn and inform Everyone from Oregon to Melbourne That the funk phenomenon has been reborn and transformed. BACK 2 HIPHOP

Everybody’s following Ain’t nobody leading People lovin’ guns more than kids is the season And they say the reason is to protect their freedom But we don’t believe ’em. BIG LOVE

Terrorists be blasting missiles Crips and Bloods and retail thugs CIA planes bring Colombian drugs in. STREET LIVIN’

Open up my third eye, then I illuminate Willy got a bird eye view when I elevate No Illuminati, baby, I’m god body The rapture like Blondie, wakin’ up zombies Wake up!. RING THE ALARM

It’s dang credible, original, strong individual Send a million decibels of sound through your physical Alligator ritual turns out it was the visual. BACK 2 HIPHOP

‘Cause all that we are All that we’re made of Is big, big love Big, big love And all that we have All that we’re made of Is big, big love. BIG LOVE

Street livin’, ain’t no rules Break the law, make the breakin’ news The life you choose could be the life you lose Niggas getting stuck for the Nike shoes. STREET LIVIN’

But they don’t teach kids nothing All they know is iPad, sugar in their muffin They don’t know division, don’t add to nothing Send them off to prison when you know they did nothing. RING THE ALARM

What would be the next step, next move on set Betting they’re not sober, we haven’t even started yet More shit, raw shit, complex intricate Resurrect the bitch and bring it back like this. BACK 2 HIPHOP

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