Black Eyed Peas: “My Humps”

I see that a lot of people are still asking for the lyrics to Black Eyed Peas’ “My Humps”. I can understand that, as it was definitely one of the more amusing songs this year. The lyrics are basically a variation of the Sugar Daddy routine, where a wealthy man keeps a girl with presents. What makes it funny is the treatment: the fake innocence of the voice and the almost childlike description of “my humps, my lovely lady lumps”.

But apart from the actual words, “My Humps” is also a brilliant singalong, with a rhythm as easy as a nursery rhyme. I also really like the very spartan arrangement and production. Whereas a lot of these songs can take themselves waaaaay too seriously (hello Pussycat Dolls), Black Eyed Peas raise a smile. Click through for the full lyrics.

Black Eyed Peas, “My Humps”

Album: Monkey Business

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.
I drive these scrubbers 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
Karen, they be sharin’
All their money got me wearin’
Fly gear, but I ain’t askin,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
Se7en Jeans, True Religion,
I say no, but they keep givin’
So I keep on takin’
And no, I ain’t fakin’
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’m a 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 with 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.

“My Humps” was written by Will Adams and David Payton. It is published in the US by Cherry River Music, Jimi Mac Music, OG Music and Will I Am Music. All rights reserved by the owners.