Hey mama, this that

sh*t that make

you groove mama

Get on the floor and

move ya booty mama

We the blast masta's

blastin' up the jamma

Cutie cutie, make sure

you move ya' booty

Shake that ting in

all the city of sin and

Hey shorty, I know you

wanna party and the

way ya' body lookin'

make me really

feel naughty

Cutie cutie, make sure

you move ya' booty

Shake that ting in

all the city of sin and

Hey shorty, I know you

wanna party and the

way ya body lookin'

make me 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 litta' bit a Or

and a bigga' bit a Nu

The true ni**a's know

that the Peas come thru'

We never cease

We never die no

we never deceased

We multiply like

we mathmatice

And then drop bombs

like we in the

Middle East

The bomb bombas, the

base boom drummers

Who we are

We the stars steady

rockin' all y'alls

boulevards and

lookin' hard

without bodyguards

What I can

L I am

And still I stand

with still mic in hand

So come on mama

dance to the drummer

Hey mama,

this that sh*t that make

you groove mama

Get on the floor and

move ya booty mama

We the blast masta's

blastin' up the jamma

So shake ya bambama,

come on now mama

This that sh*t that

make you groove mama

Get on the floor and

move ya' booty mama

We the blast masta's

blastin' up the jamma

We the big town stumpa's

and big sound pumpa's

The beat bump bump's all in your

trunk trunka's

The girlies in the club got the

plump lump plumpa's and

when I'm makin' love, yeah my

hip hump humps and never quits

No need to carry

nine millimeter clips

Don't wanna' squeeze

trigga' just wanna'

squeeze tits

'Cos we tha' show

stoppa's and the

chief rocka's

Number one chief

rocka's

Who we are

We the stars

Steady rockin' all a

y'alls boulevards

Without bodyguards

Sturdy

B.E.P

Come on take heed

as we take the lead

Hey mama, this that

sh*t that make

ya groove mama

Get on the floor and

move ya booty mama

We the blast masta's

blastin' up the jamma

Cutie cutie, make sure

you move ya' booty

Shake that ting in

all the city of sin and

Hey shorty, I know you

wanna party and the

way ya' body lookin'

make me really

feel naughty

But the race is

not for the Swiss

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

Blacka down

Nofa dima nofa dima

Nofa dima

Nofa dima shock,

nofa dima ting

Everytime you sit there

my peer Bling-Bling

O watta 'ting

hear my calling

Grinding 'n' whining

And the madda

they be moving

at perfect timing

Yeah my dance an'

dance to the dance

all redeem

An' they really too nice,

it's finger lickin'

Like rice an' peas an'

chicken stuffin'

Hey mama

This that sh*t that

make you groove mama

Get on the floor and

move ya booty mama

We the blast masta's

blastin' up the jamma

So shake ya' bambama

come on now mama

This that sh*t that

make you groove mama

Get on the floor and

move ya booty mama

We the blast masta's

blastin' up the jamma

La la la la la