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Hey mama

This that shit that make you groove, mama

Get on the floor

And move your booty, mama

We the blast masters

Blastin' up the jamma

Reeeeeeewiiiiiind

Cutie cutie

Make sure you move your booty

Shake that thing

In all the city of sin, and

Hey shorty, I know you wanna party

And the way your body look

It makes me really feel naughty

Cutie cutie

Make sure you move your booty

Shake that thing

In all the city of sin, and

Hey shorty, I know you wanna party

And the way your body look

It makes me really feel naughty

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 through

We never cease, no

We never die

No we never decease, no

We multiply like we mathamatice

And then drop bombs

Like we in the Middle East

The bomb bombas, the base move 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

Follow you, will.i.am

And still I stand

With still mic in hand

So come on mama, dance to the drama

Hey mama

This that shit 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 shit that make you groove, mama

Get on the floor

And move your booty mama

Yaw, we the blast mastas

Blastin' up the jamma, wow

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We the big town stumpas

And big sound pumpas

The beat bump bumps so all in trunk trunkas

The girlies in the club

Got the plump plump plumpas

And when I'm makin' love

My hip hump humps

It never quits, no

We need to carry nine millimeter clips, no

Don't wanna squeeze trigger

Just wanna squeeze tits

Lova, lova

'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

How we rockin' it girl, without body guards

She be, Fergie, from the crew

B.e.p., come and take heed

As we take the lead

So come on papa, dance to the drama

Hey mama

This that shit that make you groove, mama

Yaw, get on the floor

And move your booty mama

Wuh, we the blast mastas

Blastin' up the jamma

Naw, naw

Cutie cutie

Make sure you move your booty

Shake that thing

In all the city of sin and

Hey shorty, I know you wanna party

And the way your body look

It makes me really feel naughty

But the race is not, for the swift

But for who can control it

And Tippa Irie and the Black Eyed Peas

Will be there

'til infinity, 'til infinity

'til infinity, 'til infinity, 'til infinity

Blacked out

Kcohs a med a ffun

Nuff a dem a shock

Nuff a dem a shock

Nuff a dem a sting

Every time you see dem appear bling bling

Oh what a ting, pure modeling

Grinding, and winding

And the madda be moving

In a perfect timing

Dem a dance and dance

To di dancehall riddim

And di way di tune nice

It finga-licking

Like rice and peas and chicken stuffing

Hey mama

This that shit that make you groove, mama

Hey, 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 shit that make you groove, mama

Get on the floor and move your booty mama

Yaw, we the blast mastas

Blastin' up the jamma

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