[Intro: Fergie]

La, la, la, la, la, la

[Chorus: will.i.am, will.i.am & Fergie, Fergie, (Tippa Irie)]

Hey mama, this that beat that make you move, mama

Get on the floor and move your booty, mama

We the blast masters, blastin' up the jamma (Rewind)

Hey mama, this that beat that make you move, mama

Get on the floor and move your booty, mama

We the blast masters, blastin' up the jamma

So shake your bambama, come on now mama

This that beat that make you groove, mama

Get on the floor and move your booty, mama

We the blast masters, blastin' up the jamma

La, la, la, la, la, la

[Post-Chorus: Tippa Irie, Tippa Irie & Fergie, Fergie]

Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty

Shake that thing in the city of sin, and

Hеy shorty, I know you wanna party

And the way your body look really make mе feel naughty

Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty

Shake that thing in the city of sin, and

No fakin, I know you see me shakin'

And the way I break it down, I got the whole earth quaking

[Chorus: will.i.am & Fergie, Fergie]

Hey mama, this that beat that make you move, mama

Get on the floor and move your booty, mama

We the blast masters, blastin' up the jamma

So shake your bambama, come on now mama

This that beat that make you groove, mama

Get on the floor and move your booty, mama

We the blast masters, blastin' up the jamma (What)

La, la, la, la, la, la

[Verse 1: will.i.am]

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 little bit of new

The true **** know that the Peas come through

We never cease (No), we never die, no we never decease (No)

We multiply like we math-matice (Uh)

And then drop bombs like we in the Middle East

(The bomb bombers, the bass boom drummers)

[Chorus: will.i.am & Fergie]

Hey mama, this that beat that make you move, mama

Get on the floor and move your booty, mama

We the blast masters, blastin' up the jamma

So shake your bambama, come on now mama

This that beat that make you groove, mama

Get on the floor and move your booty, mama

We the blast masters, blastin' up the jamma (No, no)

[Verse 2: will.i.am]

We the big town stompas, and big sound pumpas

The beat bump bumps in your trunk trunkas

The girlies in the club got the plump, lump lumpas

And when I'm makin' love, my hip hump humps

It never quits

[Post-Chorus: Tippa Irie, Tippa Irie & Fergie, Fergie]

Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty

Shake that thing in the city of sin, and

No fakin, I know you see me shakin'

And the way I break it down, I got the whole earth quaking

[Breakdown: Fergie & Tippa Irie]

Off the Richter (Off the Richter)

Off the Richter (Off the Richter)

Off the Richter (Off the Richter)

Off the Richter (Off the Richter)

Off the Richter (Off the Richter)

Off the Richter

Steady, are you ready?

[Chorus: will.i.am & Fergie, Fergie, Tippa Irie]

Hey mama, this that beat that make you move, mama

Get on the floor and move your booty, mama

We the blast masters, blastin' up the jamma (All the chance)

So shake your bambama, come on now mama

This that beat that make you groove, mama

Get on the floor and move your booty, mama

We the blast masters, blastin' up the jamma

La, la, la, la, la, la

Hey mama, this that beat that make you move, mama (Cutie, cutie)

Get on the floor and move your booty, mama (Cutie, cutie)

We the blast masters, blastin' up the jamma (All the jams)

So shake your bambama, come on now mama

This that beat that make you move, mama (Cutie, cutie)

Get on the floor and move your booty, mama (Cutie, cutie)

C'mon now, mama