Hey Mama

Get on the floor and move your booty mama (yo)

Hey mama, this that s**t to make you move mama(yea



(Chorus:)

like rice and peas and chicken stuffing

and the way true nice, it finga alikin

and my dance and dance to the dance hall we be

and the madda be moving in a perfect timing

grinding, and winding

O wata ting, peerbackaling

Everytime you see dem up here, bling bling

Nosa dima shock, nosa dima ting



Blackadooowwwwwwwwwww

Till infinity, till infinity, till infinity, till infinity, till infinity

And tippa irie and the black eyed peas will be therrrrrre

But for who can hinch over it

But the race is not for the swiss

(Verse:)



And the way your body looks it makes me really feel naughty

Hey shorty I know you wanna party

This got beat to make you move mama

Come on now mama

So shake ya bum bumma

We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma (wha)

And shake that thing in the city of sin and

Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty



Noooooo, Noooooo

We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma

Get on the floor and move your booty mama (wha)

Hey mama,thsi got beat to make you move(yo)

(Chorus:)



So come on pappa, dance to the drumma

Come and take heed as we take the lead

From the crew...BEP

She be...Fergie

Without body guards

How we rockin' it girl?

Steady rockin' all of ya'll's boulevard

Ya'll know, we the stars

Now ya'll know, who we are



Numba one cheif rocka's

Cause we the show stoppers and the cheif rocka's

(Luva Luva)

Just wanna squeeze t*ts

Don't wanna squeeze triggers

Don't need to carry 9MM clips (noooo)

Yea my hip hump humps, it never quits (nooo)

And when I'm making love

The girlies in the club got the plump lump lumpa's

The beat bump bumps all in the trunk trunka's

We the big town stompa's and big sound pumpa's

(Verse:)



La La La La La

We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma (whoa)

Get on the floor and move your booty mama (yo)

Come on now mama, this got beat to make you move mama (hey)

So shake your bum mama(hey hey hey hey)

We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma (hey)

Get on the floor and move your booty mama (yo)

Hey mama, this got beat to make you move mama (hey)

(Chorus:)]



Dance to the drumma

So come on mama

With still mic in hand

H, still I stand

W.ill.i.am

I do, what I can

And lookin' hard without body guards

Steady rockin' all of ya'll's boulevard

Ya'll know, we the stars

Now ya'll know, who we are



(The bomb bombas, the base boom drumma's)



And then drop bombs like we in the middle east

We multiply like we mathmatice

We never die no we never discease (noooo)

And never cease (nooooo)

The true n*gga's know that the peas come through

I'm a little bit of old, and a bigger bit a new

But everything I do, I do just for you

I got a naughty style and a naughty crew



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(x's 2)

And the way your body looks it makes me really feel naughty

Hey shorty I know you wanna party

And shake that thing in the city of sin and

Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty





Reeeeeeeeewiiiiiiiiind

We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma

Get on the floor and move your booty mama

Hey mama, this got beat to make you move mama



La La La La La

La La La Laaaa.....

We the blast masta's blastin' up the jamma (what)

Get on the floor and move ya booty mama (yo)


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