Lyrics:

(Lalala, lala)

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!)

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 really make me feel naughty

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 really make me 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 little bit of old, and a bigger bit of new
The true niggers know that the peas come through

We never cease (No!), we never die, no, we never decease (No!)
We multiply like we mathamatice
And then drop bombs like we in the middle east
(The bomb bombas, the base boom dramas)

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
(Y'all come through) L.i.m
And still I stand with still mic in hand
(So come on, mama, dance to the druma)

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

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
(Lalala, lala)

We the big town stompas, and big sound pumpas
The beat bump bumpas 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 (No!) we need to carry 9mm clips (No!)
Don't wanna squeeze trigger, just wanna squeeze tits
(Lubaluba) 'Cause we the show stoppas
And the chief rockas, number one chief rockas

Now y'all know who we are
Y'all know we the stars
Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards
(How we rockin' it, girl?) Without body guards

She be, Fergie, from the crew
BEP, come and take heed as we take the lead
(So come on, bubba, dance to the druma)

Hey, mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
(Yaw) Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
(Wuh) We the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(No, no!)

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 naughty

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

'Till infiniti, 'till infiniti
'Till infiniti, 'till infiniti (Black in da house)

(Nuff a dem a shock)
Nuff a dem a shock, nuff sey dem a sting
Everytime you see dem a pure bling bling
O, wata ting, pure madelling
Grinding, and wining

And de manna dem a move in a perfect timing
Dem a dance and dance to the dance hall rhythm
And de wey de tune nice, it finga' lickin'
Like rice and peas and chicken stuffin'

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

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
(Yaw) (Lalala, lala)