Hey mamma, this that shit, that make you groove mama,
Get on da floor and move yor booty mama,
We da blast masters blastin up da jamma
(REEEEWIIIIINNDDDD)
Cutie, cutie make sure you move your booty,
Shake that thing, we are the city of sin and,
Hey shorty, I no you wanna party,
And the way your body lookin make me really feelin naughty,
Cutie, cutie make sure you move your booty,
Shake that thing, we are the city of sin and,
Hey shorty, I no you wanna party,
And the way your body lookin make me really feelin naughty,
I got a naughty naughty style,
And a naughty, naughty crew,
But everything I do, I do just for u,
I'm a litter bit, of Or,
And a bigger bit of new,
The tru niggers no, that the peas cum thru,
we never cease (NO), we never die, no we never decease (NO),
We multiply like we mathmatice,
And then drop bombs, like we in the middle east,
(The bomb bombas, the base move drummas)
No y'all no, who we are
Yall no, we the stars
Steady rockin all yall's boulevards,
And lookin hard without bodyguards
(I do) what I can
(Yall cum thru) Will.i.am,
And stil I stand,
With still mic in hand
So come on mama, dance to the druma,
Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove mamma
(hey) Get on the floor and move your booty mamma
(yaw) We the blast mastas blastin up the jamma
So shake yor bam bama, Come on now mama
this that shit, that make you groove mamma
(hey) Get on da floor and move your booty mamma
(yaw) We da blast masters blastin up da jamma,
(la, la, la, la, la)
We the big town stompas, and big sound pumpas,
the beat bump bumps, all in your trunk trunkas,
Da girlies in the club got the plump lump lumpas,
And when i'm makin luv den my hip hump humps,
and never quits (NO), no need to carry 9 millimeter clips,
(NO) Don't wana squeeze triggas, jus wana squeeze tits,
(luba luba) Cause we the show stoppas,
And the chief rockaz, number one chief rockers,
(Now ya'll no), who we are,
(Ya'll no) we da stars,
Steady rockin all a' yall's boulevards,
How we rockin it girl? Without bodyguards,
(She be) Fergie,
(From the crew) B E P,
Cum and take heed as we take the lead,
So come on bubba, dance to da drumma,

Hey mama, this that shit, that make you groove mama,
(yaw) Get on the floor and move your booty mama,
(wuh) We the blast masters blastin up da jamma,

(NAW, NAWWWWW)
Cutie, cutie make sure you move your booty,
Shake that thing like we are the city of sin and,
Hey shorty, I no you wanna party,
And the way your body lookin make me really feelin naughty

But the race is not for the swift,
But for who can indure it,
Tippa Irie and the Black Eyed Peas will be there,
Til ifiniti, til ifiniti, til ifiniti, til ifiniti, til ifiniti,
Black da house,

Hey Mama

Nuffa dem ah shock,
Nuff she dem ah sting,
Everytime you sit there I hear bling, bling,
O watta ting,
Pure medaling, grining and wining,
And the madda might be moving in perfect timing,
And we dance and dance to the dance hall rythm,
It's really to nice, its 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 yor booty mama,
(yaw) We the blast masters blastin up the jamma,
So shake yor bam bama, 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 masters blastin up the jamma,
(la, la, la, la, la [fade])