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E(laG laB laA laG laE, D, E) HeyE mama, this that bGeat that make you groove, mBama Get on the fAloor and mGove your booty maEma We the blast masDters blastin' up the jEamma (REEEEEEEWIIIIIIND) CuEtie cutie, maGke sure you move your booty ShBake that thing like the cAity of sGin, and EHey shorty, ID know you wanna party Ethe way your body look realli mGake me feel nauuughEty ECutie cutie, mGake sure you move your booty BShake that thing like the cAity ofG sin, and EHey shorty, ID know you wanna party Ethe way your body look really Gmake me feel naEuuughty EI got a naughty naughty style and a naGughty naughty crew BBut everything I do, AI do just forG you EIm a little bit of old, aDnd a bigger bit of ENu The trEue ni**** kGnow that the peEas come thru
We never cease(NOO), we never die no we never decease (NOO) We multiply like we mathamatice Then we drop bombs like we in the middle east (The bomb bombas, the base move dramas)
Naw yB'all knAaw, who we are y'Aall knGaw, we the stars GSteady rockin' on yG'alls boulevards
And, lookin' hard without bodygaurds
(BI Ado) what I can (YB'alGl come thru)will.i.am
And still I stand, with still mic in hand (So come on mama, dance to the drama)
EHey mama, this that bGeat that make you groove, mBama (hey)get on the fAloor and Gmove your booty mEama (yaw)we the blast masBtas blastin' up the jaEmma E(hey)so shake Gyour bambama, cEome on now mGama
HeyE mama, this that bGeat that make you groove, mBama Get on the fAloor and mGove your booty maEma We the blast masDters blastin' up the jEamma (la la la la la) EWe the big town stumpas, aGnd big sound pumpas BThe beat bump bumps in yoEur trunk trunkas EThe girlies in the clDub with the bEig plump plumpaGs EAnd when I'm makin' lDove, my hipE hump hGumps It never quits(NOOOO) we need to carry 9mm clips(NOOOO) Dont wanna squeeze trigger, just wanna squeeze t*ts (lubaluba)cause we the show stoppas And the chief rockas, number one chief rockas Naw yB'all kGnaw, who we are y'alAl kGnaw, we the stars
Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards How we rockin' it girl, without body guards
Now sBhe Gbe, Fergie, from the crew BA.EG.P., come and take heed, as we take the lead (so come on papa, dance to the drama)
EHey mama, this that bGeat that make you groove, mBama (hey)get on the fAloor and Gmove your booty mEama (yaw)we the blast masBtas blastin' up the jaEmma
(NAWWWW, NAWWW)
ECutie cutie, mGake sure you move your booty BShake that thing like the cAity ofG sin, and EHey shorty, ID know you wanna party Ethe way your body look really Gmake me feel naEuuughty
EBut the race isG not, for the swift But whBo really can, takAe coGntrol of it And tippa irie and the black eyed peas will be thhhheeerre til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti Blacka is in da house... ENosa dima shock, nosa dima tiGng Beverytime you sit thAereG i hear, bling bling
O wata ting, hear blacka sing grinding, and winding
Eand the madda be moving in a perfect tiGming Band we dance and danAce Gto the dancehall riEddim
and we're really to nice, it finga lickin' like rice and peas and chicken stuffing
EHey mama, this that bGeat that make you groove, mBama (hey)get on the fAloor and Gmove your booty mEama (yaw)we the blast masBtas blastin' up the jaEmma E(hey)so shake Gyour bambama, cEome on now mGama
HeyE mama, this that bGeat that make you groove, mBama Get on the fAloor and mGove your booty maEma We the blast masDters blastin' up the jEamma (la la la la la)fade.