[Chorus: will.i.am] 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 jamma (Rewind!)
[Post-Chorus: Tippa Irie] Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty Shake that thing in the city of sin, and Hey shorty, I know you wanna party And the way your body look really make me feel naughty Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty Shake that thing in the city of sin, and Hey shorty, I know you wanna party And the way your body look, it make me really feel naughty
[Verse 1: will.i.am] 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 little bit of new The true niggas know that the Peas come through We never cease (No), we never die, no we never decease (No) We multiply like we math-matice And then drop bombs like we in the Middle East (The bomb bombers, the bass boom drummers)
[Pre-Chorus: will.i.am] Now y'all know, who we are Y'all know, we the stars Steady rockin' on 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)
[Chorus: will.i.am] 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 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 (Whoa) (La la la la la)
[Verse 2: will.i.am] We the big town stompas, and big sound pumpas The beat bump bumps in your trunk trunkas The girlies in the club got the plump lump lumpas And when I'm makin' love, my hip hump humps It never quits (No), we need to carry nine millimeter clips (No) Don't wanna squeeze triggers, just wanna squeeze tits (Lova, lova) 'cause we the show stoppas And the chief rockas, number one chief rockas
[Pre-Chorus: will.i.am & Fergie] Now y'all know (Who we are) Y'all know (We the stars) (Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevard) How we rockin' it girl (Without bodyguards) She be (Fergie) From the crew (BEP) (Come on, take heed, as we take the lead) (So come on papa, dance to the drummer)
[Chorus: will.i.am] 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 (Naw, nawy)
[Post-Chorus: Tippa Irie] Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty Shake that thing in the city of sin, and Hey shorty, I know you wanna party And he way your body look, it make me really feel naughty
[Bridge: Tippa Irie & will.i.am] 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 'Til infinity, 'til infinity, 'til infinity, 'til infinity, 'til infinity, 'til infinity Blackadow
[Verse 3: Tippa Irie] 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
[Chorus: will.i.am] 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 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 (Whoa) (La la la la la)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
