La......
Hey mama,
This that **** that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast masters blasting up the jamma
Rewind
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
And the way your body look
Make me really feeling naughty
Tootie 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
Make me really feeling 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 or
And a bigger bit of Nu
The true niggers know that
The peas come through
We never cease,
We never die no we never disease
We multiply like we mathmatice
And then we drop bombs
Like we in the Middle East
The bomb bombas, the base move dramas
Naw yall know, who we are
Yall know, we the stars
Steady rocking on yalls boulevards
And, looking hot without bodygaurds
I do what I can
Yall 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 **** that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast masters blasting up the jamma
So shake your bambama, come on now, mama
This that **** that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty mama
We the blast masters blasting up the jamma
La......
We the big town stumpas and big sound pumpas
The beat bump bumps only in your trunk trunkas
The girlies in the club
Got the plump, plump plumpas
And when I'm ma*ing lo*e,
Then my hip hump humps
It never quits
We need to carry 9mm clips
Don't wanna squize trigger,
Just wanna squize t*ts
Lubaluba 'cause we the show stoppas
And the chief rockas, number one chief rockas
Naw yall know, who we are
Yall know, we the stars
Steady rocking on yalls boulevards
How we rocking it girl, without body guards
Now she be, it's dirty, from the crew
Bet, come and take heed,
As we take the lead
So come on bubba, dance to the druma
Hey mama,
This that **** that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast masters blasting up the jamma
No no
Tootie 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
Make me really feeling naughty
But the race is not, for the swiss
But for who can take control of it
And tippa irie and the black eyed peas
Will be there
'Til infiniti, till infiniti, till infiniti,
'Til infiniti, till infiniti
Tippa is out
Nosa dima shock, nosa dima ting
Everytime you sit there I hear, bling bling
Oh 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 were really to nice, it finga akin
Like rice and peas and chicken and bling
Hey mama,
This that **** that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast masters blasting up the jamma
So shake your bambama, come on now, mama
This that **** that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty mama
We the blast masters blasting up the jamma
La......