Black eyed peas - Let's get it started

Intro:
[Fergie]
Let’s get it started, in here!

(tabbo)
And the bass keeps running, running.
And running, running.

[will.i.am and Fergie]
And running, running.
And running, running,
and running, running.
And running, running,
and running, running.
And running, running.
And.

Verse1:
[Will.I.Am]

In this context,
there’s no disrespect.
So when I bust my rhymes,
you break your necks!
We got 5 minutes for us to disconnect,
from all intellect and let the rhythm effect.
To lose you inhibition
Follow your intuition.
Free your inner soul,
and break away from tradition.
Cause when we beat out,
girl it’s pulling without.
You wouldn’t believe how
we wow shit ouuut.
Burn it til it’s burned out.
Turn it til it’s turned out.
Actin' up from north ,west, east, south.

Prehook:

Everybody! (Yeah?)
Everybody! (Yeah?)
Get into it! (Yeah!)
Get stupid (Come on!)
Get it started! (Come on!)
Get it started! (Yeah!)
Get it started!

Hook:

Let’s get it started (ha!)
Let’s get it started (In here.)[x4]

Verse2:
[Taboo]

Lose control,
of body and soul.
Don’t move too fast,
people, just take it slow.
Don’t get ahead.
Just jump into it.
Y’all hear about it,
the Peas'll do it.
Get started!
Get stupid!
Don’t worry about it,
people, we’ll walk you through it.
Step by step,
like an infant, new kid.
Inch by inch,
with a new solution.
Transmit hits,
with no delusion.
The feeling’s irresistible,
and that’s how we move it.

Bridge:
It keeps running, running,
and running, running.
Come on y’all.
Let’s get cuckoo!
Uh-huh, let’s get cuckoo!
(In here.)
Why not get cuckoo?
Uh-huh, let's get cuckoo
!(In here.)
Why not get cuckoo?
Uh-huh, let’s get cuckoo!
(In here.)
Oh, oh, oh.
Ya ya ya ya
ya ya ya ya
ya ya ya ya
ya ya ya YA!

Verse3:
[Apl.De.Ap]

Let’s get ill,
that’s the deal.
Out the gate, we will,
bring a punked Eye thrill.
(Just)
Lose your mind,
this is the time.
Y'all can't sit still,
just to bang your spine.
(Just)
Bob your head, like me, Apl.De
Up inside your club,
or in your Bentley.
Get messy.
Loud and sick.
Your mind past normal,
on another head trip.
So, come dumb now,
do not correct it.
Let’s get ignant,
let’s get hectic.

Outro:
(tabbo)
And running, running,
and running, running.
And running, running,
and running, running.
And running, running.