The Black Eyed Peas - Joints & Jam текст песни

Yeah...a chick-a-doom, chick-a-doom chick-a-doom.
Yeah that's the joint.

Chorus:
That's the joint, that's the jam
Turn that shit up, play it again. [x3]

[Will I Am:]
I like the way the rhythm makes me jump & move
It got's the feelin' that makes me wanna do my thing
Got me feelin' joy, turn my gray sky blue
& when you hear a cut baby doll I know you.
Will feel it huh? Get up on the flow & start movin' some
Body parts that got brothers actin' dumb
& they be actin' dumb from the cut that playin'
People break they neck from this demonstration
We about mass appeal, no segregation
Got Black to Asian & Caucasian sayin'...

Chorus:
That's the joint, that's the jam
Turn that shit up, play it again. [x2]

[APL:]
Let your body collide to the rhythm provided
By the mind state affairs classified & make your
Heat up & flare I swear
A serenade, a soul & so beware
& what's happenin' here, seek one to help you
Feelin' a piece of mind, let your spine unwind
Maybe in time you can stop this crime
But until then, yo I'm a rock a rhyme sayin'...

Chorus:
That's the joint, that's the jam
Turn that shit up, play it again. [x2]

[Kim Hill:]
It's the jam, it's the jam, it's the jam, it's the jam
It's got groove it's got feelin'
"A chick-a-doom, a chick-a-doom chick-a-doom doom"
It's the jam, it's the jam, it's the jam, it's the jam
It's got groove it's got meanin'
"A chick-a-doom, a chick-a-doom chick-a-doom doom"

[Taboo:]
Got the state's appeal with the joint's that real
I don't need no steel to make my point
Get down & dirty 'cause that's my joint.
Ha! We preferably make all points
Through a nation we build off the musical field
Or a visual thrill, we do what we feel
Any time or place, on stage in your face
Over tea in Earth & outer space.

[Will I Am:]
Because we rock that sh.. we flip that sh..
You know, some east coast west coast cosmic sh..
Some north bound sh.. some some south bound sh..
Some overseas London out of town shit
Rockin' the joint, rockin' the jams
Turn that shit up, play it again 'cause...

Chorus:
That's the joint, that's the jam
Turn that shit up, play it again. [x3]

[Kim Hill:]
It's the jam, it's the jam, it's the jam, it's the jam
It's got groove it's got feelin'
"A chick-a-doom, a chick-a-doom chick-a-doom doom"
It's the jam, it's the jam, it's the jam, it's the jam
It's got groove it's got meanin'
"A chick-a-doom, a chick-a-doom chick-a-doom doom."

[fades out]