(La la la la la)
Hey mama, this that s*** that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty mama
We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma
(REEEEEEEWIIIIIIND)
[Tippa Irie]
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
The way your body look really make me really feel naughty
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
The way your body look really make me really feel naughty
[Will.i.am]
I got a naughty naughty style and a naughty naughty crew
But everything I do, I do just for you
I'm a little bit of old, and a bigger bit of Nu
The true n****** know that the peas come thru
We never cease(NOO)
We never die no we never decease (NOO)
We multiply like we mathematics
Then we drop bombs like we in the middle east
(The bomb bombas, the base move dramas)
Naw y'all knaw, (who we are)
y'all knaw, (we the stars)
Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards
And, lookin' hard without bodyguards
(I do) what I can
(W) will.i.am
And still I stand, with still mic in hand
So come on mama, dance to the drama
Hey mama, this that s*** that make you groove mama (hey)
Get on the floor and move your booty mama (yaw)
We the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma (hey)
So shake your bambama, come on now mama
This that s*** that make you groove mama
get on the floor and move your booty mama (yaw)
we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma (so what?)
(La la la la la)
We the big town stompas, and big sound pumpas
The beat b**p-b**ps all in your trunk-trunkas
The girlies in the club got the plump-plump-plumpas
And when I'm makin' love, then my hip hump-humps
It never quits(NOO)
We need to carry nine mm clips(NOO)
Don't wanna squeeze trigger, just wanna squeeze t*** (lover lover)
'Cuz we the showstoppers
And the c***f rockers, number one c***f rockers
[Fergie]
(Naw y'all knaw) who we are
(Y'all knaw) we the stars
Steady rockin' all y'alls boulevards
(How we rockin' it girl) without body guards
(She be) Fergie
(From the crew) BEP
Come and take heed, as we take the lead
So come on papa, dance to the drama
Hey mama, this that s*** that make you groove mama (yaw)
Get on the floor and move your booty mama (wow)
We the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(NAAWW, NAAWW)
[Tippa Irie]
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
The way your body look really make me really feel naughty
But the race is not, for the swift
But who really can, take control of it
And Tippa Irie and the Black Eyed Peas will be there
(Till infinity, till infinity, till infinity, till infinity, till infinity)
?Tippa is ouuuuuut
-?-
Nosa dima shock, nosa dimas ting?
Every time you sit there I hear, bling bling
O wata ting, hear blacka sing
Grinding, and winding
And the madda be moving in a perfect timing
And we dance and dance to the dancehall rhythm
And we're really to nice, it finger lickin'
Like rice and peas and chicken stuffing
[Will.i.am]
Hey mama, this that s*** that make you groove mama
Get on the floor and move your booty mama (yaw)
We the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma (wow)
So shake your bambama, come on now mama
This that s*** that make you groove mama
get on the floor and move your booty mama (yaw)
we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma (what?)
(La la la la la...)
Hey mama, this that s*** that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty mama
We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma
(REEEEEEEWIIIIIIND)
[Tippa Irie]
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
The way your body look really make me really feel naughty
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
The way your body look really make me really feel naughty
[Will.i.am]
I got a naughty naughty style and a naughty naughty crew
But everything I do, I do just for you
I'm a little bit of old, and a bigger bit of Nu
The true n****** know that the peas come thru
We never cease(NOO)
We never die no we never decease (NOO)
We multiply like we mathematics
Then we drop bombs like we in the middle east
(The bomb bombas, the base move dramas)
Naw y'all knaw, (who we are)
y'all knaw, (we the stars)
Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards
And, lookin' hard without bodyguards
(I do) what I can
(W) will.i.am
And still I stand, with still mic in hand
So come on mama, dance to the drama
Hey mama, this that s*** that make you groove mama (hey)
Get on the floor and move your booty mama (yaw)
We the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma (hey)
So shake your bambama, come on now mama
This that s*** that make you groove mama
get on the floor and move your booty mama (yaw)
we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma (so what?)
(La la la la la)
We the big town stompas, and big sound pumpas
The beat b**p-b**ps all in your trunk-trunkas
The girlies in the club got the plump-plump-plumpas
And when I'm makin' love, then my hip hump-humps
It never quits(NOO)
We need to carry nine mm clips(NOO)
Don't wanna squeeze trigger, just wanna squeeze t*** (lover lover)
'Cuz we the showstoppers
And the c***f rockers, number one c***f rockers
[Fergie]
(Naw y'all knaw) who we are
(Y'all knaw) we the stars
Steady rockin' all y'alls boulevards
(How we rockin' it girl) without body guards
(She be) Fergie
(From the crew) BEP
Come and take heed, as we take the lead
So come on papa, dance to the drama
Hey mama, this that s*** that make you groove mama (yaw)
Get on the floor and move your booty mama (wow)
We the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(NAAWW, NAAWW)
[Tippa Irie]
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
The way your body look really make me really feel naughty
But the race is not, for the swift
But who really can, take control of it
And Tippa Irie and the Black Eyed Peas will be there
(Till infinity, till infinity, till infinity, till infinity, till infinity)
?Tippa is ouuuuuut
-?-
Nosa dima shock, nosa dimas ting?
Every time you sit there I hear, bling bling
O wata ting, hear blacka sing
Grinding, and winding
And the madda be moving in a perfect timing
And we dance and dance to the dancehall rhythm
And we're really to nice, it finger lickin'
Like rice and peas and chicken stuffing
[Will.i.am]
Hey mama, this that s*** that make you groove mama
Get on the floor and move your booty mama (yaw)
We the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma (wow)
So shake your bambama, come on now mama
This that s*** that make you groove mama
get on the floor and move your booty mama (yaw)
we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma (what?)
(La la la la la...)