(La la la la la)
Hey mama, dis dat shit dat make you groove
Mama, get on the floor and move your booty
Mama we da blast master..........
(Rewind)
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing in the city ot sin
Hey shorty, I know you want to party
It the way your body lookin at me
Make me really feel naughty
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing in the city of sin
Hey shorty, I know you want to party
It the way your body looking at me
Make me really feel naughty
And a natty natty crew
But everything I do
I do just for you
I'm a little bit of all
And a bigga bit of...(?)
The true niggas know
That the peas come through
Never cease, no, never die, no
We never decease, no
We multiply, like we mathematic
And then drop bombs
Like we in the middle east
The bomb bombers
The bass boom drummers
Now y'all know who we are
Y'all know we dastars
Steady rockin all ya'll blvds.
And we looking hard with out body guards
I do what I can
I'll do you,will I am
Its still, I stand with
Still mike in hand
So c'mon mama dance to the drummer
Hey mama dis dat shit that make you groove
Mama get on the floor and move your booty
Mama you da blast master
Bassin out the drummer
So shake your bomb bomber
C'mon now mama
Dis dat shit dat make you groove
Mama, get on the floor and move your booty
Mama, you da blast master
Bassin out the drummer
(La la la la la)
The big sound pumpers
The beat bump bumps all in your trunk trunkers
The girlies in the club got the plump plumpers
And when I'm makin love then my hip hump humps
It never quits no
It needs to carry 9mm clips
Don't want to squeeze trigga
Just want to squeeze tits (lova lova)
Cause that sure don't stop us
And the chief rockers
The ＃1 chief rockers
Now y'all know who we are
And y'all know we dastars
Steady rockin all y'all blvds.
How we rockin it girl?
Without body guards
She be fergie
From the cool bep
C'mon take heed as we take the lead
So c'mon papa dance to da drumma
Hey mama dis dat shit that make you groove
Mama get on the floor and move your booty
Mama you da blast master
Bassin out the drummer
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing in the city of sin
Hey shorty, I know you want to party
It the way your body lookin at me
Make me really feel naughty
But the race is not for the swift
But for who can endure it
I ti pa...(?)
And the black eyed peas will be there
Till infinity, till infinity, till infinity, till infinity, till infinity
No, found in my shock (?)
Enough said on dis ting
Every time you see dem,
I hear bling bling
Oh what a ting
Pure margarine
Cryin, whining..(?)
And da mama dat movin a perfect hynie
Get my dance on dance the dance hall rhythym
And it really truly nice if (?)
Like rice and peas and chicken stuffing
Hey mama dis dat shit that make you groove
Mama get on the floor and move your booty
Mama you da blast mastas
blastin' up the jamma
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
We the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(La la la la la...)
