Hey Mama

La la la la la

Hey mama, this that stuff that makes you move, mama

Get on the floor and move your booty, mama

We the blast master blasting the pajama (Rewind)

Cutie, cutie, make sure you move that booty

Shake your thingy on the city of sin and

Hey shorty, I know you wanna party

The way you move that body make me really feel naughty

Cutie, cutie, make sure you move that booty

Shake your thingy on the city of sin and

Hey shorty, I know you wanna party

The way you move that booty 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 all and a bit of, bit of no

The true brothers know that the P's coming through and never cease

We never die, no, we never decease

We multiply, now we mass matice

And then drop bombs like we in the middle east

The bongos, the bass boom, drummers

Now y'all know, who we are

Y'all know, we the stars

Steady rockin' all of y'all boulevards

And lookin' hard with our bodyguards

I do, what I can

Come through, will.i.am

And still I stand with steel mic in hand

So come on mama, let's dance to this drama

Hey mama, this that stuff that makes you move, mama

Get on the floor and move your booty, mama

We the blast master blasting the pajama, so shake your boom-bam

Come on now mama, this that stuff that makes you move, mama

Get on the floor and move your booty, mama

We the blast master blasting the pajamas

We the big time stompers, the big sound pumpers

The beef bump bump all in your trunk trunkers

The girlies in the club got the thump lump lumpers

And when we making love, then my hips hump slumps and never quits

No need to carry nine millimeter clips

Don't wanna squeeze triggers, just wanna squeeze tits (Lover lover)

'Cause we the show stoppers

And the chief rocker, number one chief rocker