| Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you move, 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 feel nauuughty
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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 feel nauuughty
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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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| Im a little bit of Or, and a bigger bit of Nu The true n*ggers know that the peas come thru
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| We never cease (NOO), we never die no we never disease (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' hot without bodygaurds
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| (I do) what I can
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| (Y'all come And still I stand, with still mic in hand
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| (So come on mama, dance to the druma)
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| Hey mama, this that sh*t 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 sh*t 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 and big sound pumpas
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| The beat bump bumpas 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 9 mm clips (NOOOO)
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| Dont 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, its dirty, from the crew
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| BET, come and take heed, as we take the lead
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| (so come on bubba, dance to the druma)
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| Hey mama, this that sh*t 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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| Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
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| the way your body look realli make me feel nauuughty
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| But the race is not, for the swiss
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| But who really can, take control of it And tippa irie and the black eyed peas will be thhhheeerre
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| til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti
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| Tippa is ouuuuuut
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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 end of the thing
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| and we’re really to nice, it finga akin
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| like rice and peas and chicken and bling
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| Hey mama, this that sh*t 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 sh*t 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 |