Hey Mama

La, la, la, la, la

Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama

Get on the floor and move your booty mama

We the blast masters blasting up the jamma

(Rewind)

Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty

Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and

Hey shorty, I know you want to party

The way your body look really make me feel naughty

Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty

Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and

Hey shorty, I know you want to party

The way your body look really make me 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 Nu

The true niggas know that the peas come thru

We never cease, we never die no we never disease

We multiply like we mathamatice

Then we drop bombs like we in the middle east

The bomb bombas, the base move dramas

Naw y'all knaw, who we are

Y'all knaw, we the stars

Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards

And, lookin' hot without bodygaurds

I do what I can

Y'all come through

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

Get on the floor and move your booty mama

We the blast masters blasting up the jamma

So shake your bum bumma, come on now mama

Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama

Get on the floor and move your booty mama

We the blast masters blasting up the jamma

La, la, la, la, la

We the big town stumpas, and and big sound pumpas

The beat bump bumpas all in your trunk trunkas

The girl's in the club with the big plump plumpas

And when I'm making love, my hip hump humps

It never quits we need to carry 9mm clips

Don't wanna squeeze trigger, just wanna squeeze tits

Lubaluba 'cause we the show stoppas

And the chief rockas, number one chief rockas

Naw y'all knaw, who we are

y'all knaw, we the stars

Steady rocking on y'alls boulevards

How we rocking 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 mama, dance to the drama

Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama

Get on the floor and move your booty mama

We the blast masters blasting 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

The way your body look really make me feel naughty

But the race is not, for the swift

But who really can, take control of it

And tippa irie, and the black eyed peas will be there

Til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti

Tippa is out

Nosa dima shock, nosa dima ting

Everytime you sit there I hear, bling bling

O wata ting, hear blacka sing

Grinding, and winding

And the madda be moving in a perfect timing

And we dance and dance to the end of the thing

And we're really to nice, it finga lickin

Like rice and peas and chicken and bling

Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama

Get on the floor and move your booty mama

We the blast masters blasting up the jamma

So shake your bambama, come on now mama

Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama

Get on the floor and move your booty mama

We the blast masters blasting up the jamma