(La la la la la)
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Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
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Get on the floor and move your booty moma
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We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma
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(REEEEEEEWIIIIIIND)
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Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
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Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
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Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
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the way your body look realli make me really feel naunughty
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Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
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Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
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Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
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the way your body look realli make me really feel naunughty
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I got a naughty naughty style and a naughty naughty crew
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But everything I do, I do just for you
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I'm a little bit of old, and a bigger bit of Nu
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The true niggers know that the peas come thru
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We never cease (NOO), we never die no we never decease (NOO)
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We multiply like we mathamatice
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Then we drop bombs like we in the middle east
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(The bomb bombas, the base move dramas)
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Naw y'all knaw, who we are
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y'all knaw, we the stars
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Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards
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And, lookin' hard without bodygaurds
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(I do) what I can
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(Y'all come thru) will.i.am
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And still I stand, with still mic in hand
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(So come on mama, dance to the drama)
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Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
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(Hey) get on the floor and move your booty mama
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(Yaw) we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
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(Hey) so shake your bambama, come on now mama
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Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
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(Hey) get on the floor and move your booty mama
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(Yaw) we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
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(La la la la la)
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We the big town stumpas, and big sound pumpas
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The beat bump bumps in your trunk trunkas
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The girlies in the club with the big plump plumpas
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And when I'm makin' love, my hip hump humps
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It never quits (NOOOO) we need to carry 9mm clips (NOOOO)
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Don't wanna squize trigger, just wanna squize t*ts
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(Lubaluba) cause we the show stoppas
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And the chief rockas, number one chief rockas
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Naw y'all knaw, who we are
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y'all knaw, we the stars
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Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards
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How we rockin' it girl, without body guards
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Now she be, Fergie, from the crew
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B.E.P., come and take heed, as we take the lead
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(So come on papa, dance to the drama)
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Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
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(Yaw) get on the floor and move your booty mama
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(Wuh) we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
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(NAWWWW, NAWWW)
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Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
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Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
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no fakin I know you see me shakin'
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and the way I break it down I got the whole world quakin
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Off the Richter, off the Richter, off the Richter, off the Richter, off the Richter, off the Richter steady are you ready.
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Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
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the way your body look realli make me really feel naunughty
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But the race is not, for the swift
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But who really can, take control of it
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And tippa irie and the black eyed peas will be thhhheeerre
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til infinity, til infinity, til infinity, til infinity, til infinity
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Tippa is onuunuut
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Nosa dima shock, nosa dima ting
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everytime you sit there I hear, bling bling
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O wata ting, hear blacka sing
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grinding, and winding
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and the madda be moving in a perfect timing
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and we dance and dance to the dancehall riddim
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and we're really to nice, it finga lickin'
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like rice and peas and chicken stuffing
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Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
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(Hey) get on the floor and move your booty mama
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(Yaw) we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
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(Hey) so shake your bambama, come on now mama
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Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
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(Hey) get on the floor and move your booty mama
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(Yaw) we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
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(La la la la la [fade])
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Hey Mama
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| Black Eyed Peas |
