Friday, October 21, 2005

"My Humps"

I just don't even know where to begin on the lyrics to this song I heard on the radio this morning. My lovely lady lumps? What you gonna do wit all that breast? I am not the Slap of the Day blogger, but this song, the writer, the "artists" (Black Eyed Peas) and the people who play it all need a healthy SLAP!


Black Eyed Peas

My Humps

What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
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 ice-ys.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and then Donna
Karan, they be sharin'
All their money got me wearin'
Fly gearrr but I ain't askin,
They say they love my ass 'n,
Seven Jeans, True Religion's,
I say no, but they keep givin'
So I keep on takin'
And no I ain't taken
We can keep on datin'
I keep on demonstrating.

My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got u,
She's got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me.
She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, on me, on me

What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What u gon' do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'm a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out)

I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let's go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Lets spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.

They say I'm really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin' a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin' at my lump, lump.
U can look but you can't touch it,
If u 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 ain't my man, boy,
I'm just tryn'a 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 [x3]
In the back and in the front.
My lovin' got u,
She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me.
She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, on me, on me.

What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon' do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gon do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon' do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I'ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.
She's got me spendin'.
Spendin all your money on me and spendin' time on me
She's got me spendin'.
Spendin' all your money on me, on me, on me.

9 Comments:

Blogger mireille said...

re split peas, erm I mean black-eyed peas: Oh Dear God. re new puppy: YES YES YES YES!!! wishing you a good first time together! ♥ xoxo

10:27 AM, October 21, 2005  
Blogger Trina said...

That song irks me to no end. I don't know why anyone would write it, why anyone would record it, why anyone would play it, and DEFINITELY NOT how it would get onto Top 40 stations! It's beyond stupid, never mind childish and offensive.

And just for you:

Pease-porridge hot,
Pease-porridge cold,
Pease-porridge in the pot,
Nine days old;
Some like it hot,
Some like it cold,
Some like it in the pot,
Nine days old.

2:26 PM, October 21, 2005  
Blogger PFG said...

It is shit like that (and this) that the top 40 stations were built on. Towards that point, I was driving in to school today and heard "Do me (baby)" by (I just looked it up) Bell Biv Devoe.
Who could forget the lines "...That booty, Smack it up flip it rub it down, oh no!"

4:06 PM, October 21, 2005  
Blogger Kristen said...

Ewwww. I feel like I need to take a shower every time I hear this song! It makes my skin itch...

10:00 PM, October 21, 2005  
Blogger Laureline said...

Wow, Ruth, this is just what I needed to wake me up, after less than 4 hours of sleep, last night. Really icky. Thanks for your nice comment the other day, btw.

3:06 PM, October 23, 2005  
Blogger WriterChick said...

I kept wanting it to be over, but then there was more. It's like a horrible unabridged rap (song?) from Hell. I don't listen to Top 40, so I've been spared. Which way to the vomitorium?

5:31 PM, October 25, 2005  
Blogger Jenny G said...

I loathe the Black Eyed Peas and that song, but the thing that pisses me off the most is that it's a very catchy song. But those lyrics!

7:28 PM, October 31, 2005  
Blogger Kyahgirl said...

LOL Ruth. Thanks for printing the entire lyrics to that disgusting song. I needed to re-affirm why I always skip quickly by the radio stations that play this 'music' (Music?, did I call that music?)

xoxo
L

12:55 PM, November 01, 2005  
Blogger Bela said...

Only just seen this. LOL! Definitely deserving of a slap.

12:39 PM, November 10, 2005  

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