Hey Mama Black Eyed Peas (Ft. Tippa Irie)

[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 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)