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    (La la la la la)
    Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
    Get on the floor and move your booty moma
    We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma
    (REEEEEEEWIIIIIIND)
    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 really feel naunughty
    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 really feel naunughty
    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 niggers know that the peas come thru
    We never cease (NOO), we never die no we never decease (NOO)
    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' hard without bodygaurds
    (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 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 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 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 (NOOOO) we need to carry 9mm clips (NOOOO)
    Don't wanna squize trigger, just wanna squize t*ts
    (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
    Now she be, Fergie, from the crew
    B.E.P., come and take heed, as we take the lead
    (So come on papa, dance to the drama)

    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
    (NAWWWW, NAWWW)
    Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
    Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
    no fakin I know you see me shakin'
    and the way I break it down I got the whole world quakin
    Off the Richter, off the Richter, off the Richter, off the Richter, off the Richter, off the Richter steady are you ready.

    Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
    the way your body look realli make me really feel naunughty

    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 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 dancehall riddim
    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 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

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