Lyrics

La, la, la, la, la

Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama

Get on the floor and move your booty, mama

We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma

(Rewind)

Cutie, cutie, make sure you move your booty

Shake that ting inna di city of sin, and

Hey shorty, I know you wanna party

The way your body look, it make me really feel naughty

Cutie, cutie, make sure you move your booty

Shake that ting inna di city of sin, and

Hey shorty, I know you wanna party

The way your body look, it make me really feel naughty

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 bigger bit of new

The true niggers know that the Peas come through

We'll never cease (nah)

We never die, no, we never decease (nah)

We multiply like we mathamatise

And then we drop bombs like we in the Middle East

(The bomb bomba's, the base boom dramas)

Now y'all know, who we are

Y'all know, we the stars

Steady rockin' all of y'alls boulevards

And, lookin' hard without bodyguards

(I do) what I can

(W) ill-I-am

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