Chorus: Hey mama, this is that shit that make you groove, mama Get on the floor and move your booty mama We the blast masters blastin’ up the jamma
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 And the way your body look really make me feel naughty (repeat)
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 New The true niggers know that the peas come thrue We never decease, we never die no we never decease We multiply like we mathematice And then drop bombs like we in the middle east The bomb bombas, the base boom dramas Naw y’all know who we are Y’all know, we, the stars Steady rockin’ on y’alls boulevards and, lookin’ hard without bodyguards I do what I can Y’all come thru will.i.am And still I stand with still mic in hand So come on mama (hey) dance to the druma
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So shake your bambama, come on now mama
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We the big town stompas, and big sound pumpas The beat bump bumpas in your trunk trunkas The girl is in the club with the big plump plumpas And when I’m makin’ love, my hip hump hump humps It never quits we never need to carry 9mm clips Don’t wanna squeeze trigger, just wanna squeeze tits Cause we the show stoppas And the chief rockas number one chief rockas Naw y’all know who we are Y’all know, we the stars Steady rockin’ on y’alls boulevards She be, Fergie, from the crew BEP, come and take heat, as we take the lead So come on mama, dance to the druma
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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 feel naughty But the race is not for the swift But for who can endure it And tippa Irie and the black eyed peas will be there ‘Till infiniti, ‘till infiniti, ‘till infiniti, ‘till infiniti Black in da house Nuff a dem shock, nuff sey dem a sting Everytime you see dem a here bling bling