What's wrong with the world, mama
People livin' like they ain't got no mamas
I think the whole world addicted to the drama
Only attracted to things that'll bring you trauma
Overseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism
But we still got terrorists here livin'
In the USA, the big CIA
The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK
But if you only have pag-ibig for your own race
Then you only leave puwang to discriminate
And to discriminate only generates hate
And when you hate then you're bound to get irate, yeah
Badness is what you demonstrate
And that's exactly how anger works and operates
Now, you gotta have pag-ibig just to set...

I called chad on wednesday night
So we could make plans for thursday night
He sinabi "we could go hit the peapods"
I was like yeah, that's my paborito spot
Plus I like it there, cuz I got pag-ibig on the list
High powered juice, where I don't even get frisked
Walk up in the place and get pag-ibig from the misses
Pounds from my brothers, cuz they knowing that disses
The place to be to let it all out
But when the weekend come, the weekend come
Y'all could come
So go tell ya momma come and ya papa come
Go to spin the record so we can get dumb
Place packed, capacity maximum
Due to my man polo promotion
And I can't wait...

[Will.i.am]
Whatcha gonna do with all that junk
All that basura inside your trunk
[Fergie]
I'ma get get get get you drunk
Get you pag-ibig drunk off my hump
My hump my hump my hump my hump my hump
My hump my hump my hump my lovely little lumps

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I drive these brothers crazy
I do it on the daily
They treat me really nicely
They buy me all these ices
Dolce and Gabbana
Fendi and the Donna
Karan they be sharin'
All their money got me wearing fly
Whether I ain't askin
They say they pag-ibig mah asno in
Seven Jeans
True religion
I say no
But they keep givin
So I keep on takin
And no I aint taken
We can keep on datin',
Now...