Where Is The love

Where Is The love

What's wrong with the world, Mama?
People livin' like they ain't got no mamas.
I think the whole world is addicted to the drama,
only attracted to things that bring the trauma.
Overseas, yea, we trying to stop terrorism,
but we still got terrorists here livin'
in the USA, the big CIA, the blood through the cripts of the KKK.
But if you only have love for your own race,
then you only leave space to discriminate,
and to disciminate only generates hate,
and when you hate you're bound to get r-ate.
Madness is what you demonstrate,
and that's exacly how Enga works and operates.
Man, ya gotta have love to set it straight.
Take control of your mind and meditate.
Let your soul gravitate to the love, ya'll.

[Chorus - Justin Timberlake]
People killin', people dyin'.
Children hurtin', even cryin'.
Can you practice what you preach,
and would you turn the other cheeck?
Father, Father, Father, help us.
Send some guidence from above.
These people got me, got me, questionin'
where is the love?
(where is the love,
where is the love,
where is the love,
the love, the love)


It just ain't the same.
Always have changed,
new days are strange.
Is the world the same?
If love and peace is so strong,
why would pieces of love that don't belong?
Nation's dropping bombs,
chemical gases filling lungs of little ones,
with ongoing suffering as the youth die young.
So, ask yourself, is the lovin' really caused,
so i can ask myself really what is going wrong
in this world that we livin' in.
People keep on givin' in,
makin' wrong decisions,
only visions of a different end.
Now we respectin' each other
and i've my brother.
A war's going on,
but the reason's undercover.
The truth is kept secret
and swept under the rug
If you never know the truth,
then you never know love.
Where's the love ya'll (I don't really know)
Where's the truth ya'll (I don't really know)

[Chorus]

I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder.
As I'm gettin older ya'll people gets colder.
Most of us only care about money-makin.
Selfishness got us followin' the wrong direction.
Wrong information always shown by the media,
negative images is the main criteria.
Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria.
Kids wanna act like what they see in the cinemas.

What ever happened to the values of humanity?
What ever happened to the fairness and equality?
Instead of spreading love, we're spreadin' anamosity.
Like us understanding leading us away from unity.
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feeling under.
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feeling down.
There's no wonder why sometimes I'm feeling under.
Gotta keep my faith alive till love is found.

[Chorus]

# Posté le mardi 25 janvier 2005 01:01

shut up

shut up
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

[Refrain:]
We're trying to take it slow
But we're still losin control
And we're trying to make it work
But it still ends up 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 dividends (bull shit)
How could you trust our private lives girl
That's why you don't believe my lies
And quit this lecture

[Refrain]

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 transision
Girl its a mission 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

[Refrain]

Girl our love is dyin
Why did 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 useless
Woooaaahhh!!!

[Refrain]

Stop the talking baby
Or I start walking baby
Is that all there is [répèter jusqu'à la fin]

# Posté le mardi 25 janvier 2005 01:04

hey mama

hey mama
(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 [fade])

# Posté le mardi 25 janvier 2005 01:07

Let's Get It Started

Let's Get It Started
Let's Get It Started, in here...

And the base keep runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and
runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and...

In this context, there's no disrespect, so, when I bust my rhyme, you break your necks.
We got five minutes for us to disconnect, from all intellect collect the rhythm effect.
Obstacles are inefficient, follow your intuition, free your inner soul and break away from tradition.
Coz when we beat out, girl it's pullin without. You wouldn't believe how we wow shit out.
Burn it till it's burned out. Turn it till it's turned out. Act up from north, west, east, south.

[Chorus:]
Everybody, everybody, let's get into it.
Get stupid.
Get it started, get it started, get it started.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here. Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here. Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here.
Yeah.

Lose control, of body and soul.
Don't move too fast, people, just take it slow.
Don't get ahead, just jump into it.
Ya'll here a body, two pieces to it.
Get stutted, get stupid.
You'll want me body people will walk you through it.
Step by step, like you're into new kid.
Inch by inch with the new solution.
Trench men hits, with no delusion.
The feeling's irresistible and that's how we movin'.

[Chorus:]
Everybody, everybody, let's get into it.
Get stupid.
Get it started, get it started, get it started.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here. Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here. Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here.
Yeah.

Runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin runnin' and...

C'mon y'all, lets get woohoo!
Lets get woohoo! (in here)
Lets get woohoo!
Lets get woohoo! (in here)
Lets get woohoo!
Lets get woohoo! (in here) Ow, ow, ow!
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya...

Let's get ill, that's the deal.
At the gate, we'll bring the bud top drill. (Just)
Lose your mind this is the time,
Ya'll test this drill, Just and bang your spine. (Just)
Bob your head like epilepsy, up inside your club or in your Bentley.
Get messy, loud and sick.
Ya'll mount past slow mo in another head trip. (So)
Come then now do not correct it, let's get pregnant let's get hectic.

[Chorus:]
Everybody, everybody, let's get into it.
Get stupid. (Come on)
Get it started (come one) , get it started (yeah), get it started.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here. Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here. Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started
(woah, woah, woah) in here.
Yeah.

Lets get woohoo!
Lets get woohoo! (in here)
Lets get woohoo!
Lets get woohoo! (in here)
Lets get woohoo!
Lets get woohoo! (in here) Ow, ow, ow!
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya...

Runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin'
[fade]

# Posté le mardi 25 janvier 2005 06:54

Behind The Bridge To Elephunk

Behind The Bridge To Elephunk
CD 1


1 Let's Get Retarded (Video)
2 Hey Mama (Video)
3 Shut Up (Video)
4 Where Is The Love (Video)
5 B.E.P. Empire (Video)
6 Weekends (Video)
7 Get Original (Video)
8 Request + Line (Video)
9 Fallin' Up (Video)
10 Joints & Jam (Video)
11 Karma (Video)
12 What It Is (Video)
13 Head Bobs (Video)
14 Discover Hip Hop (Bonus Track)
15 Where Is The Love - Shut Up - Hey Mama - Making Of (Bonus Track)
16 Shut Up (Video)
17 "Boogie That Be" (Bonus Track)
18 Photo Gallery (Bonus Track)

# Posté le mardi 25 janvier 2005 06:58