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---The Coming---
--Black Eyed Peas--

I got these haters on my back, these haters on my back
Gotta get these mother haters off my back
I know why they hatin' 'cause I'm sittin' on stacks
Now I'm steady chillin' and I'm spending all thatI'm a big beat pumper, they rockin' my sound
Out in outer space, I come from underground
Now I'm on top holdin' down ground
All them haters hatin' on the bottom drownI'm a shot caller, big, big baller
Mash the dance hall, make everybody, holla
Block, block, blocka
Ain't nobody hotterHaters in my face, got haters in my face
I gotta get these mother haters out my face
I know how to get 'em I'ma get 'em with the bass
Hit 'em with the rhythm, Apple, give 'em lil' tasteAutopilot, systematic
Hit you with that acrobatic
Automatic rhythm magic
Here we come, we right back at itOne more time, do my thing
Shinning bright, bling, bling
Hit you with that bing, bing
Like the way the beat swingI'm a club rocker, big show stopper
Aiming for that number 1 spot, now we got ya
Block, block, blocka
Ain't nobody hotterEight arms, octagon
Straight charm, watch ya Dom'
Man, I got the bottles poppin'
Party people, got 'em rockin'Yeah I got that antidote
Here's a dose
Damn, I'm dope
Check me out here we goHere we go, back for more
Hungry like an animal
High class on the ground
Check me up and love my styleBlazed up branded shoes
Jumping off like Delta Blues
Here I come, super cool
Serving you that new, here I come

Songwriters
Alvarez, Joshua / Baptiste, Jean / Love, Paul Donald / Levy, Barrington / Pineda, Allan Apll / Adams, William / Gomez, Jaime LuisPublished by
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