Şarkı ve Türkü Sözleri (Turkish Lyrics – SongText – Songtexte)

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

[Nakarat]
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

[Nakarat]

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

[Nakarat]

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

[Nakarat]

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

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 wanna 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]

Wow

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

La-da-di-dup-dup die dy
On the stereo
Let those speakers blow your mind
(Blow my mind, baby)
To let it go, let it go
Here we go
La-da-di-dup-dup die dy (c’mon, we’re there)
On the radio
The system is gonna feel so fine
ya ya ya ya uh uh

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

[Will.i.am]
Whatcha gonna do with all that junk
all junk inside your trunk

[Fergie]
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 ices
Dolce and Gabbana
Fendi and ???
Caring they be sharin
All their money got me wearing fly
Whether I aint askin
They say they love mah ass in
Seven Jeans
True religion
I say no
but they keep givin
So I keep on takin
And no I aint fakin
We can keep on takin
Now keep on demonstratin

My love my love my love my love
you love my lady lumps
my hump my hump my hump
my humps they got you..

[Will.i.am]
Shes got me spending..

[Fergie]
Ohh..Spending all your money on me..and spending time on me..

[Will.i.am]
Shes got me spending..

[Fergie]
Ohh..Spending all your money on me..uh on me on me..

[Will.i.am]
Whatcha gonna do with all that junk
all that junk inside that trunk..

[Fergie]
I’ma get get get get you drunk
get you love drunk off my hump

[Will.i.am]
Whatcha gonna do with all that ass
all that ass inside your jeans

[Fergie]
I’ma make make make make you scream
make you scream make you scream

Coz of my humps my hump my hump my hump
my hump my hump my hump my lovely lady lumps

Check it out

[Will.i.am]
I gonna met a girl down at the disco
She said hey hey hey ya lets go
I can be ya baby, you could be my honey
Lets spend time not money
And mix your milk with my coco puff
milky milky coco mix
your milk with my coco puff
Milky milky
Riiiiight…

[Fergie]
They say I’m really sexy
The boys they wanna sex me
They always standin next to me
Always dancin next to me
tryna feel my hump hump
Lookin at my lump lump
you can look but you can’t touch it
if you 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 aint my man boy
I’m just tryna 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
my lovely lady lumps my lovely lady lumps
In the back and in the front

my loving got you..

[Will.i.am]
Shes got me spending..

[Fergie]
Ohh..Spending all your money on me..and spending time on me..

[Will.i.am]
Shes got me spending..

[Fergie]
Ohh..Spending all your money on me..uh on me on me..

[Will.i.am]
Whatcha gonna do with all that junk
all junk inside that trunk

[Fergie]
I’ma get get get get you drunk
get you love drunk off my hump

[Will.i.am]
Whatcha gonna do with all that ass
all that ass inside your jeans

[Fergie]
I’ma make make make make you scream
make you scream make you scream

[Will.i.am]
Whatcha gonna do with all that junk
all that junk inside that trunk

[Fergie]
I’ma get get get get you drunk
get you love drunk off this hump

[Will.i.am]
Whatcha gonna do with all that breasts
all that breast inside that shirt

[Fergie]
I’ma make make make make you work
make you work work make you work

[Will.i.am]
Shes got me spending..

[Fergie]
Ohh..Spending all your money on me..and spending time on me..

[Will.i.am]
Shes got me spending..

[Fergie]
Ohh..Spending all your money on me..uh on me on me

(la la la la la)
Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you move, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty moma
We the blast masters blastin’ up the jamma
(REEEEEEEWIIIIIIND)
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
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 Or, and a bigger bit of Nu
The true n*ggers know that the peas come thru
We never cease(NOO), we never die no we never disease(NOO)
We multiply like we mathamatice
Then we drop bombs like we in the middle east
(The bomb bombas, the base move dramas)
Naw y’all knaw, who we are
y’all knaw, we the stars
Steady rockin’ on y’alls boulevards
And, lookin’ hot without bodygaurds
(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)

Hey mama, this that sh*t 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 sh*t 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 stumpas, 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(NOOOO) we need to carry 9mm clips(NOOOO)
Dont wanna squize trigger, just wanna squize t*ts
(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
Now she be, its dirty, from the crew
BET, come and take heed, as we take the lead
(so come on bubba, dance to the druma)

Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you groove, mama
(yaw)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(wuh)we the blast mastas blastin’ up the jamma
(NAWWWW, 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 realli make me feel nauuughty

But the race is not, for the swiss
But who really can, take control of 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 end of the thing
and we’re really to nice, it finga akin
like rice and peas and chicken and bling

Hey mama, this that sh*t 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 sh*t 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)

(Fergy)
no no no no don’t phunk wit my heart
no no no no don’t phunk wit my heart

(Chorus) Fergy
I wonder if I take you home would you still be in love baby, in love baby
I wonder if I take you home would you still be in love baby, in love baby

Girl you know you got me got me wit your pistol shot me shot me
And I’m here helplessly in love and nothing can stop me you can’t stop me once I started you can’t return me once you bought it I come and baby don’t got it I come and baby don’t got it so lets be about it
Baby have some trustin’ trustin’ when I come wit lustin’ lustin’ cuz I bring you dat comfort I ain’t only here cuz I want you body I want your mind too. Interesting when I find you and I’m interested in the long haul come on girl Yeehaw!

(Chorus)

no no no no don’t phunk wit my heart

Girl you had me once you kissed me my love for you is not iffy I always want you wit me I’ll play Bobby and you play Whitney If you smoke I smoke too dats how much I’m in love wit you. Crazy is wat crazy do I’m in love I’m a crazy fool

(Fergy)
no no no no don’t phunk wit my heart

Why uou so insecure when you got passion and love here ya always claimin I’m a cheater thinkin I’m up and gonna leave ya for another senorita you forgot that I need ya u must of caught amnesia dats why you don’t believe her (yeah check it out)
Don’t you worry bout a thing baby cuz you know you got me by a string baby
Don’t you worry bout a thing baby cuz 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 cuz a, dat dadat dadat dat dat girl dat da dat da dat dat dat girl (repeat 2x more)

(fergy)
no no no no don’t phunk wit my heart
no no no no don’t phunk wit my heart

(chorus Repeat 2x)

Don’t you worry bout a thing baby cuz you know you got me by a string baby
Don’t you worry bout a thing baby cuz you know you got me by a string baby