Breathe it, Mama! (la la la la la) Hey mama, this that sh*t 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 really make me feel nauuughty 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 really make me feel nauuughty
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 Nu The true n*ggers know that the peas come thru We never cease(Naa), we never die no we never disease(Naa) 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' hot 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 druma)
Hey mama, this that sh*t 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 bum bumma, come on now mama Hey mama, this that sh*t 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 and big sound pumpas The beat bump bumpas all 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(Naaa) we need to carry 9mm clips(Naa) Dont 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 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 druma)
Hey mama, this that sh*t 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 Hey shorty, I know you wanna party the way your body look really make me feel nauuughty
But the race is not, for the swiss But who really can, take control of it And tippa irie and the black eyed peas will be thhhheeerre til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti Tippa is ouuuuuut
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 end of the thing and we're really to nice, it finga akin like rice and peas and chicken and bling
Hey mama, this that sh*t 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 sh*t 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)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
