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Title Artist Album Lyrics (No html needed) Breathe it mama, ooh, ooo, ohh La la la la la Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama Get on the floor and move your booty, mama We the blast mastas blastin' out the ja, rewind Cutie, cutie, make sure you move your booty Shake that thing in all the city of sin An' hey shorty, I know you wanna party And the way your body look You make me really feel naughty Cutie, cutie, make sure you move your booty Shake that thing in all the city of sin An' hey shorty, I know you wanna party And the way your body look You 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 people know that the Peas come through We never cease, we never die, no, we never decease We multiply like we mathematics And then drop bombs 'cuz we shake it to the beat The bomb bombas, the bass boom drummas (Now ya'll know) Who we are (Ya'll know) We da stars Steady rockin' all ya'lls boulevards And lookin' hard without body guards (I do) What I can Apl do (W) WILL.I.AM And still I stand, with still mic in hand So come on mama, dance to the drumma Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama Get on the floor and move your booty, mama We the blast mastas blastin' out the drumma So shake ya bum bumma C'mon now, mama (Hey) This that beat that make you groove, mama Get on the floor and move your booty, mama We the blast mastas blastin' out the drumma (Wha?) La la la la la We the big town stompas and big sound pumpas The beat bump-bumps all in your trunk-trunkas The girlies in the club got the plump lump-lumpas And when I'm makin' love, then my hip hump-humps It never quits, nah I don't discriminate I plz chicks, nah Asian, Caucasian, black, I squeeze (Uuh) Lover lover 'cuz we da, showstoppers And uh, chief rockers, numba one chief rockers (Now ya'll know) Who we are (Ya'll know) We da stars Steady rockin' all ya'lls boulevards (How we rockin' it girl?) Without body guards (She be) Fergie (From the crew) BEP Come on take heat az we take the lead So come on papa, hey, dance to the drama Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama Get on the floor and move your booty, mama We the blast mastas blastin' out the drumma So shake ya bum bumma C'mon now, mama This that beat that make you groove, mama Get on the floor and move your booty, mama We the blast mastas blastin' out the drumma, no, no Cutie, cutie, make sure your move your booty Shake that ting in all the city of sin An' hey shorty, I know you wanna party And the way your body look, you make me really feel naughty Cutie, cutie, make sure your move your booty Shake that ting in all the city of sin And no fakin', I know you see me shakin' And the way I break it down I got the whole earth quakin' Off the richter, off the richter Off the richter, off the richter Off the richter, off the richter Steady, are you ready? Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama Get on the floor and move your booty, mama We the blast mastas blastin' out the drumma So shake ya bum bumma C'mon now, mama This that beat that make you groove, mama Get on the floor and move your booty, mama We the blast mastas blastin' out the drumma, what? La la la la la Cutie, cutie Hey shorty Cutie, cutie Hey shorty ©WILL.I.AM. MUSIC INC. ©CHERRY RIVER MUSIC COMPANY Breathe it mama, ooh, ooo, ohh La la la la la Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama Get on the floor and move your booty, mama We the blast mastas blastin' out the ja, rewind Cutie, cutie, make sure you move your booty Shake that thing in all the city of sin An' hey shorty, I know you wanna party And the way your body look You make me really feel naughty Cutie, cutie, make sure you move your booty Shake that thing in all the city of sin An' hey shorty, I know you wanna party And the way your body look You 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 people know that the Peas come through We never cease, we never die, no, we never decease We multiply like we mathematics And then drop bombs 'cuz we shake it to the beat The bomb bombas, the bass boom drummas (Now ya'll know) Who we are (Ya'll know) We da stars Steady rockin' all ya'lls boulevards And lookin' hard without body guards (I do) What I can Apl do (W) WILL.I.AM And still I stand, with still mic in hand So come on mama, dance to the drumma Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama Get on the floor and move your booty, mama We the blast mastas blastin' out the drumma So shake ya bum bumma C'mon now, mama (Hey) This that beat that make you groove, mama Get on the floor and move your booty, mama We the blast mastas blastin' out the drumma (Wha?) La la la la la We the big town stompas and big sound pumpas The beat bump-bumps all in your trunk-trunkas The girlies in the club got the plump lump-lumpas And when I'm makin' love, then my hip hump-humps It never quits, nah I don't discriminate I plz chicks, nah Asian, Caucasian, black, I squeeze (Uuh) Lover lover 'cuz we da, showstoppers And uh, chief rockers, numba one chief rockers (Now ya'll know) Who we are (Ya'll know) We da stars Steady rockin' all ya'lls boulevards (How we rockin' it girl?) Without body guards (She be) Fergie (From the crew) BEP Come on take heat az we take the lead So come on papa, hey, dance to the drama Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama Get on the floor and move your booty, mama We the blast mastas blastin' out the drumma So shake ya bum bumma C'mon now, mama This that beat that make you groove, mama Get on the floor and move your booty, mama We the blast mastas blastin' out the drumma, no, no Cutie, cutie, make sure your move your booty Shake that ting in all the city of sin An' hey shorty, I know you wanna party And the way your body look, you make me really feel naughty Cutie, cutie, make sure your move your booty Shake that ting in all the city of sin And no fakin', I know you see me shakin' And the way I break it down I got the whole earth quakin' Off the richter, off the richter Off the richter, off the richter Off the richter, off the richter Steady, are you ready? Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama Get on the floor and move your booty, mama We the blast mastas blastin' out the drumma So shake ya bum bumma C'mon now, mama This that beat that make you groove, mama Get on the floor and move your booty, mama We the blast mastas blastin' out the drumma, what? La la la la la Cutie, cutie Hey shorty Cutie, cutie Hey shorty ©WILL.I.AM. MUSIC INC. ©CHERRY RIVER MUSIC COMPANY Please comment what changed Thank you Optional comments to the administrators. Your e-mail address (optional) Please type 124 in the validation box below. Submit Cancel All corrections are checked! Hot links and any html will be removed! contact us

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