Hey Mama

(oooooooh)(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 blastin' up the drumma

(REEEEEEEWIIIIIIND)

Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty

Shake that thing like the city of Sin, and

Hey shorty, I know you want a party

and the way your body lookin make me really feel naughty

Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty

Shake that thing like the city of Sin, and

Hey shorty, I know you want a  party

and the way your body lookin at  me really feel naughty

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(Naaaw), we never die no we never decease (Naaaw)

We multiply like we mathematice

 And then drop bombs like we in the middle east

(The bomb bombas, the base ball drummas)

Now y'all know, who we are

y'all know, we the stars

Steady rockin' all of y'alls boulevards

And, lookin' hard without bodyguards

(I do) what I can

(Follow you)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

(hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama

(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the drumma

(hey)so shake your bumbuma, come on now mama

this that shit that make you groove, mama

(gotta)get on the floor and move your booty mama

(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma

(wo)(la la la la la)

We the big town stompas, and big sound pumpas

The beat bump bumps all in your trunk trunkas

The girlies in the club got the plump plump plumpas

And when I'm makin' love, ya my hip hump humps

It never quits(Naaaaw) no need to carry 9mm clips(Naaaw)

Dont wanna squeeze trigger, just wanna squeeze tits

(lubaluba)cause we the show stoppas

And the chief rockas, number one chief rockas

Now y'all knaw, who we are

y'all knaw, we the stars

Steady rockin' all of y'alls boulevards

How we rockin' it girl, without body guards

she be, Fergie, from the cool

B.E.P., come and take heed, as we take the lead

(so come on papa, dance to the drumma)

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

(yaw)get on the floor and move your booty mama

(wo)we the blast mastas blastin' up the drumma

(Naaaw, Naaaw)

Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty

Shake that thing like the city of Sin, and

Hey shorty, I know you wanna party

and the way your body lookin make me really feel nauuughty

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 thhhheeerre

til infinity, til infinity, til infinity, til infinity, til infinity

Tippa is onuunuut

Nosa dima shock, nosa dima ting

everytime you see them i hear, bling bling

O waka ting, pure mockaling

grinding, and winding

and the madda be moving in a perfect timing

and we dance and dance to the dancehall rythym

and we're really to nice, it finga lickin'

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 drumma

(wo)so shake your bambama, come on now mama

this that shit that make you groove, mama

(gotta)get on the floor and move your booty mama

(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the drumma

(la la la la la [fade])