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(La la la la la) Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you move, mama Get on the floor and move your booty mama We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma (Reeeeewinnnnnd) 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 nauuughty 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 realli make me feel nauuughty I got a naughty naughty style and a naughty naughty crew But everything I do, I do just for you Im a little bit of Old, and a bigger bit of New The true niggers know that the peas come thru We never cease (noo), we never die no we never decease (noo) We multiply like we mathamatice And then drop bombs like we in the middle east (The bomb bombas, the base boom 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 Songtexte(I do) what I can (Y'all come thru) will I am And still I stand, With still mic in hand (So come on mama, dance to the druma) {Refrain:} 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 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 (La la la la la) We the big town stompas, and and big sound pumpas The beat bump bumpas in your trunk trunkas The girlies in the club with the big plump plumpas And when I'm makin' love, my hip hump humps It never quits (noo) we need to carry 9mm clips(noo) Don't wanna squeeze trigger, just wanna squeeze tuts (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 rockin' on y'alls boulevards How we rockin' it girl, without body guards She be, Fergie, from the crew BEP, come and take heed, as we take the lead (So come on bubba, dance to the druma) 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 (Nawww, nawww) 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 nauuughty But the race is not for the swift But for who can endure it And tippa irie and the black eyed peas will be thhhheeerre Til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti Tippa is ouuuuuut 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 dance hall rhythm And we're really too nice, it finga akin 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 (Hey) so shake your bambama, come on now mama 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 (La la la la la) Aus Songtexte Mania