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La la la la laHey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mamaGet on the floor and move your body mamaWe the blast masters blastin' up the jamma(Rewind)Cutie cutie, make sure you move your bodyShake that thing like we in the city of sin, andHey shorty, I know you want to partythe way your body look really make me feel naughtyCutie cutie, make sure you move your bodyShake that thing like we in the city of sin, andHey shorty, I know you want to partythe way your body look really make me feel naughtyI got a naughty naughty style and a naughty naughty crewBut everything I do, I do just for youI'm a little bit of Old, and a bigger bit of NewThe true niggas know that the peas come thruWe never cease, we never die no we never diseaseWe multiply like we mathamaticeThen we drop bombs like we in the middle eastThe bomb bombas, the base move dramasNaw y'all knaw, who we arey'all knaw, we the starsSteady rockin' on y'alls boulevardsSongtexteAnd, lookin' hot without bodygaurdsI do what I canY'all come throughWill I AmAnd still I stand, with still mic in handSo come on mama, dance to the dramaHey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mamaGet on the floor and move your body mamaWe the blast mastas blastin' up the jammaSo shake your bum bumma, come on now mamaHey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mamaGet on the floor and move your body mamaWe the blast mastas blastin' up the jammaLa la la la laWe the big town stumpas, and and big sound pumpasThe beat bump bumpas all in your trunk trunkasThe girl's in the club with the big plump plumpasAnd when I'm makin' love, my hip hump humpsIt never quits we need to carry 9mm clipsDont wanna squize trigger, just wanna squize titsLubaluba 'cause we the show stoppasAnd the chief rockas, number one chief rockasNaw y'all knaw, who we arey'all knaw, we the starsSteady rockin' on y'alls boulevardsHow we rockin' it girl, without body guardsshe be, Fergie, from the crewB.E.P, come and take heed, as we take the leadSo come on mama, dance to the dramaHey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mamaGet on the floor and move your body mamaWe the blast mastas blastin' up the jammaCutie cutie, make sure you move your bodyShake that thing like we in the city of sin, andHey shorty, I know you wanna partythe way your body look really make me feel nauuughtyBut the race is not, for the swiftBut who really can, take control of itAnd tippa irie and the black eyed peas will be thhhheeerretil infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti, til infinitiTippa is ouuuuuutNosa dima shock, nosa dima tingeverytime you sit there i hear, bling blingO wata ting, hear blacka singgrinding, and windingand the madda be moving in a perfect timingand we dance and dance to the end of the thingand we're really to nice, it finga lickinlike rice and peas and chicken and blingHey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mamaGet on the floor and move your body mamaWe the blast mastas blastin' up the jammaSo shake your bambama, come on now mamaHey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mamaGet on the floor and move your body mamaWe the blast mastas blastin' up the jammaLa la la la la. Aus Songtexte Mania