Hey Mama

La, la, la, la, la

Hey mama, this that shit that make you move

Mama, get on the floor and move your booty

Mama, we the blast masters, blastin' up the jammer (Rewind)

Cutie, cutie, make sure you move your booty

Shake that ting, you know the City of Sin, and

Hey shawty, I know you wanna party

And the way your body lookin' mek mi really feel naughty

Cutie, cutie, make sure you move your booty

Shake that ting, you know the City of Sin, and

Hey shawty, I know you wanna party

And the way your body lookin' mek mi 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 **** know that the Peas come through

We never cease, we never die, no we never decease (No, no)

We multiply like we mathematics

And then drop bombs like we in the Middle East

The bomb bombers, the bass boom drummers

Now y'all know who we are

Y'all know we the stars

Steady rockin' all of y'all's 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 drummer

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 jammer

So shake your bum-bumma, come on now, mama (Go like this)

This that shit that make you groove, mama (Do it again)

Get on the floor and move your booty, mama

We the blast masters, blastin' up the jammer

La, la, la, la, la

We the big town stompers and big sound pumpers

The beat bump, bumps all in your trunk, trunkas

The girlies in the club got the plump lump, lumpers

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

It never quits, no need to carry nine millimeter clips (No, no)

Don't wanna squeeze triggers, 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'all's boulevards

How we rockin' it, girl?

Without bodyguards

She be

Fergie

From the crew

B-E-P

Come on, 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 masters, blastin' up the jammer (No, no)

Cutie, cutie, make sure you move your booty

Shake that ting, you know the City of Sin, and

Hey shawty, I know you wanna party

And the way your body lookin' mek mi really feel naughty

But the race is not for the swift

But for who can endure it

And Tippa Irie and the Black Eyed Peas will be there

Till infinity, till infinity, till infinity, till infinity, till infinity

Black it out

Nuff a dem a shock, nuff a dem a sting

Every time you see dem appear, bling, bling

Oh, what a ting, pure modelin'

Grindin' and winin'

And dem, all a dem a move inna perfect timin'

Dem a dance and dance to de dancehall riddim

And de way de tune nice, it finga-lickin'

Like rice an peas an chicken stuffing

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 jammer

So shake your bum-bumma, come on now, mama (Go like this)

This that shit that make you groove, mama (Do it again)

Get on the floor and move your booty, mama

We the blast masters, blastin' up the jammer

La, la, la, la, la