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 blastin' up the jamma

(Rewind)

Cutie, cutie, make sure you move your booty

Shake that ting inna di city of sin, and

Hey shorty, I know you wanna party

The way your body look, it make me really feel naughty

Cutie, cutie, make sure you move your booty

Shake that ting inna di city of sin, and

Hey shorty, I know you wanna party

The way your body look, it make me really 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 new

The true niggers know that the Peas come through

We'll never cease (nah)

We never die, no, we never decease (nah)

We multiply like we mathamatise

And then we drop bombs like we in the Middle East

(The bomb bomba's, the base boom dramas)

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

(W) ill-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 mastas blastin' 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 mastas blastin' up the jamma (wow)

La, la, la, la, la

We the big town stumpas, and big sound pumpas

The beat bump bumps 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 (nah)

No need to carry nine millimeter clips (nah)

Don't wanna squize trigger, just wanna squeeze tits

(Lover, lover) 'Cause we the show stoppers

And the chief rockers, number one chief rockers

Now, y'all know, who we are

Y'all know, we the stars

Steady rockin' all of y'alls boulevards

How we rockin' it girl, without bodyguards

She be (Fergie) from the crew (BEP)

Come and take heed, as we take the lead

(So come on papa, dance to the drummer)

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

Get on the floor and move your booty, mama

We the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma

(Naw, naw)

Cutie, cutie, make sure you move your booty

Shake that ting inna di city of sin, and

Hey shorty, I know you wanna party

The way your body look, it make me really feel naughty

But the race is not, for the swift

But for who can, take control of it

And Tippa Irie and the Black Eyed Peas will be there

'Til infinity, 'til infinity, 'til infinity, 'til infinity, 'til infinity

Tippa is out

Kcohs a med a ffun, nuff a dem a shock

Nuff a dem a shock, nuff a dem a sting

Every time you see dem appear bling-bling

Oh what a ting, pure modeling

Grinding, and winding

And the madda dem a move inna perfect timing

Dem a dance and dance to di dancehall riddim

And di way di tune nice, it finga-licking

Like rice and peas and chicken stuffing

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

Get on the floor and move your booty, mama

We the blast mastas blastin' 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 mastas blastin' up the jamma

La, la, la, la, la