(L a la la la la)
He y mama, dis dat shit dat make you groove
Mam a, get on the floor and move your booty
Ma ma we da blast master..........
(R ewind)
Cu tie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing in the city ot sin
He y shorty, I know you want to party
It the way your body lookin at me
Ma ke me really feel naughty
Cu tie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing in the city of sin
He y shorty, I know you want to party
It the way your body looking at me
Ma ke me really feel naughty
An d a natty natty crew
Bu t everything I do
I do just for you
I' m a little bit of all
An d a bigga bit of...(?)
Th e true niggas know
Th at the peas come through
Ne ver cease, no, never die, no
We never decease, no
We multiply, like we mathematic
An d then drop bombs
Li ke we in the middle east
Th e bomb bombers
Th e bass boom drummers
No w y'all know who we are
Y'all know we dastars
St eady rockin all ya'll blvds.
An d we looking hard with out body guards
I do what I can
I'll do you,will I am
It s still, I stand with
St ill mike in hand
So c'mon mama dance to the drummer
He y mama dis dat shit that make you groove
Mama get on the floor and move your booty
Ma ma you da blast master
Ba ssin out the drummer
So shake your bomb bomber
C' mon now mama
Di s dat shit dat make you groove
Mama, get on the floor and move your booty
Ma ma, you da blast master
Ba ssin out the drummer
(L a la la la la)
Th e big sound pumpers
The beat bump bumps all in your trunk trunkers
Th e girlies in the club got the plump plumpers
An d 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 ti ts (lova lova)
Ca use that sure don't stop us
An d the chief rockers
Th e ＃1 chief rockers
No w y'all know who we are
And y'all know we dastars
St eady rockin all y'all blvds.
Ho w we rockin it girl?
Wi thout body guards
Sh e be fergie
From the cool bep
C' mon take heed as we take the lead
So c'mon papa dance to da drumma
He y mama dis dat shit that make you groove
Mama get on the floor and move your booty
Ma ma you da blast master
Ba ssin out the drummer
Cu tie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing in the city of sin
He y shorty, I know you want to party
It the way your body lookin at me
Ma ke me really feel naughty
Bu t the race is not for the swift
But for who can endure it
I ti pa...(?)
An d the black eyed peas will be there
Ti ll infinity, till infinity, till infinity, till infinity, till infinity
No , found in my shock (?)
En ough said on dis ting
Ev ery time you see dem,
I hear bling bling
Oh what a ting
Pu re margarine
Cr yin, whining..(?)
An d da mama dat movin a perfect hynie
Ge t my dance on dance the dance hall rhythym
And it really truly nice if (?)
Li ke rice and peas and chicken stuffing
He y mama dis dat shit that make you groove
Mama get on the floor and move your booty
Ma ma you da blast mastas
bl astin' up the jamma
So shake your bambama, come on now mama
This that shit that make you groove,mama
Ge t on the floor and move your booty mama
We the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(L a la la la la...)
