[Intro: Fergie]

La la la la la la

[Chorus: will.i.am]

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!)

[Post-Chorus: Tippa Irie]

Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty

Shake that thing in the city of sin, and

Hey shorty, I know you wanna party

And the way your body look, it really make me feel naughty

Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty

Shake that thing in the city of sin, and

Hey shorty, I know you wanna party

And the way your body look, it make me really feel naughty

[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 niggas know that the Peas come through

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

We multiply like we math-matice

And then drop bombs like we in the Middle East

(The bomb bombers, the bass boom drummers)

[Pre-Chorus: will.i.am]

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

(From you) will.i.am

And still I stand, with still mic in hand

(So come on mama, dance to the drama)

[Chorus: will.i.am]

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

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 (Whoa)

(La la la la la)

[Verse 2: will.i.am]

We the big town stompas, and big sound pumpas

The beat bump bumps all 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 (No), no need to carry nine millimeter clips (No)

Don't wanna squeeze triggers, just wanna squeeze tits

(Lova, lova) 'cause we the show stoppas

And the chief rockas, number one chief rockas

[Pre-Chorus: will.i.am & Fergie]

Now y'all know (Who we are)

Y'all know (We the stars)

(Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevard)

How we rockin' it girl (Without bodyguards)

She be (Fergie)

From the crew (BEP)

(Come on, take heed, as we take the lead)

(So come on papa, dance to the drummer)

[Chorus: will.i.am]

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 (Naw, nawy)

[Post-Chorus: Tippa Irie]

Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty

Shake that thing in the city of sin, and

Hey shorty, I know you wanna party

And he way your body look, it make me really feel naughty

[Bridge: Tippa Irie & will.i.am]

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

'Til infinity, 'til infinity, 'til infinity, 'til infinity, 'til infinity, 'til infinity

Blackadow

[Verse 3: Tippa Irie]

Kcohs a med a ffun, Nuff a dem a shock

Nuff a dem a shock, nuff a dem a sting

Every time you see dem appear bling bling

Oh what a ting! Pure modeling

Grinding, and winding

And the madda dem a move inna perfect timing

Dem a dance and dance to di dancehall riddim

And di way di tune nice, it finga-licking

Like rice and peas and chicken stuffing

[Chorus: will.i.am]

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

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 (Whoa)

(La la la la la)