[Intro: will.i.am & Taboo]
Yo, son, what ya think about those Peas, though?
Yo, yo, I don't know, them dudes just be on stage, dancin' and stuff...
They on some old Las Vegas bullshit
They move too much, man
I can't take them fools seriously
I mean, they ain't talk about no 6-4, no Impalas
They ain't shootin' nobody (Shootin' nobody)
They ain't talkin' about clothes
You know what I'm saying?
[Verse 1: will.i.am]
Yo, my man, I got a plan to do it all (What kind of plan you got?)
I got a plan that none of y'all ever
Talked about 'cause underground niggas don't be thinking
I'm going continental like Lincoln
How can you make moves when you're always strapped under
I plan to read the scriptures, tell you more about the thunder
I wonder what really makes the world go round
Not thugs, 'cause thugs go 'round the brain of a brother's down
You be in it for a quick blink, but when you start to sink
You be deeper than you was, when you should've stop to think
About your consequence, your actions don't make lots of sense
Brothers use the wicked life 'cause of lack of confidence
The devil jacked you for your sense now, you can't pay your rent and
That's no accident, you let us slip so we win the rest of your development
You should've took time to prevent the confiscation of your monument
Now ya, wash up, and a nobody
No one blame but your body
You livin' life, had thick and uneasy
You chose to be involved with no deals and crises
In a hole 'cause of lust and greed
Your mind held captive and unable to exceed
Come out and follow the Peas, we give you what you need
We proceed to give you, what (What? What?)
Yo, son, what ya think about those Peas, though?
Yo, yo, I don't know, them dudes just be on stage, dancin' and stuff...
They on some old Las Vegas bullshit
They move too much, man
I can't take them fools seriously
I mean, they ain't talk about no 6-4, no Impalas
They ain't shootin' nobody (Shootin' nobody)
They ain't talkin' about clothes
You know what I'm saying?
[Verse 1: will.i.am]
Yo, my man, I got a plan to do it all (What kind of plan you got?)
I got a plan that none of y'all ever
Talked about 'cause underground niggas don't be thinking
I'm going continental like Lincoln
How can you make moves when you're always strapped under
I plan to read the scriptures, tell you more about the thunder
I wonder what really makes the world go round
Not thugs, 'cause thugs go 'round the brain of a brother's down
You be in it for a quick blink, but when you start to sink
You be deeper than you was, when you should've stop to think
About your consequence, your actions don't make lots of sense
Brothers use the wicked life 'cause of lack of confidence
The devil jacked you for your sense now, you can't pay your rent and
That's no accident, you let us slip so we win the rest of your development
You should've took time to prevent the confiscation of your monument
Now ya, wash up, and a nobody
No one blame but your body
You livin' life, had thick and uneasy
You chose to be involved with no deals and crises
In a hole 'cause of lust and greed
Your mind held captive and unable to exceed
Come out and follow the Peas, we give you what you need
We proceed to give you, what (What? What?)
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