Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Black Eyed Peas
Performer
Erick Sermon
Remixer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Adams
Composer
Printz Board
Composer
Larry Blackmon
Composer
Thomas Jenkins
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
will.i.am
Producer
Printz Board
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah (Woo)
Uh (Woo)
Erick Sermon
That shit (Woo)
Yo, hey
[Verse 1]
This is the beat that make you shake your rump
That make your booty go ba-bump, ba-bump
BEP in the house, everybody, let's jump
Yeah, just do what you want
Up in the club, just do what you want
Get into it, baby, get off your stump
Girlies on the dance floor, wiggle your fronts
We got rhymes that always triumph
This is the beat that make ya bump ya bump
Shake your rump-rump, shake it, shake your rump
BEP in the house, everybody, let's jump
Known to give little booties little bit of hump (Thanks)
And if you got boobies, baby, keep 'em all plump
And if you got blunts, s-smoke 'em if you want
Got a 6-4, get pumpin' in your trunk
'Cause we got beats that bang-boomin' like (Ow)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, ****, don't front
'Cause this beat got you running just like Gump
Yeah, run like Chris Brown, then y'all, let's jump
And if you got money, fellas, keep it like Trump
Fellas, huh, whip out your money
Go get a honey, buy what she want
Take her to the bar, and try to get her drunk
But if the girl's ugly? Then get drunk
This that beat that make ya get crunk
Yeah, Black Eyes Peas in the house, let's jump
Hip-hop music for those who abuse it
Rock this shit, let's do it, mmm
[Chorus]
Do what you want
Up in the club just do what you want
Give it to me, baby, yeah, get off your stump
Brothers on the floor, just wiggle your front
'Cause we got rhymes that always triumph
I got blunts, s-smoke 'em if you want
Do, do, do, do, do what you want
Up in the club just do what you want
[Verse 3]
will.i.am, the second verse, let's do it, uh
Give you what you want
I come with rhymes styled dangerous like stunts, yeah
Keep the girls screaming just like trumpets
Keep the hits from smashing like pumpkins
Get ya drunk like it's too, too much consumption (Ow)
Don't assume, there's no room for assumption
We the crew that keep the funk just funking
The bump just bump, ba-bump, bump-ba-bumping (Ow)
We give ya what you want
Some that thing lil' someone of
Just like your mama, ****, this beat's Chunky
Look, I'ma be real blunt
We punch up cops, no, we don't get punk'd
Never stagged near the dragon, we keep it on jump (Ow)
If you're askin', it's the year of the Monkey
So bump, bump, ba-bump (Ow)
[Chorus]
Do what you want
Up in the club, just do what you want
Give it to me, baby, yeah, get off your stump
Brothers on the floor, just wiggle your front
'Cause we got rhymes that always triumph
I got blunts, s-smoke 'em if you want
This that beat that make ya, you know the rest
Yeah, BEP, feel the bump in your chest 'cause this is
[Outro]
This is bumping, bumping, bumping, bumping
When it's bumping in your trunk, it takes over me
This is bumping, bumping, bumping, bumping
And this is real
'Cause I feel the bump-ba-bump, bump, ba-bump
Written by: Larry Blackmon, Printz Board, Thomas Jenkins, Tomi Jenkins, William Adams