[Intro: Fergie]
La, la, la, la, la, la

[Chorus: will.i.am, will.i.am & Fergie, Fergie, (Tippa Irie)]
Hey mama, this that beat that make you move, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast masters, blastin' up the jamma (Rewind)
Hey mama, this that beat that make you move, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast masters, blastin' up the jamma
So shake your bambama, come on now mama
This that beat that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast masters, blastin' up the jamma
La, la, la, la, la, la

[Post-Chorus: Tippa Irie, Tippa Irie & Fergie, Fergie]
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing in the city of sin, and
Hеy shorty, I know you wanna party
And the way your body look really make mе feel naughty
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing in 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 quaking
[Chorus: will.i.am & Fergie, Fergie]
Hey mama, this that beat that make you move, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast masters, blastin' up the jamma
So shake your bambama, come on now mama
This that beat that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast masters, blastin' up the jamma (What)
La, la, la, la, la, la

[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 **** know that the Peas come through
We never cease (No), we never die, no we never decease (No)
We multiply like we math-matice (Uh)
And then drop bombs like we in the Middle East
(The bomb bombers, the bass boom drummers)

[Chorus: will.i.am & Fergie]
Hey mama, this that beat that make you move, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast masters, blastin' up the jamma
So shake your bambama, come on now mama
This that beat that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast masters, blastin' up the jamma (No, no)
[Verse 2: will.i.am]
We the big town stompas, and big sound pumpas
The beat bump bumps in your trunk trunkas
The girlies in the club got the plump, lump lumpas
And when I'm makin' love, my hip hump humps
It never quits

[Post-Chorus: Tippa Irie, Tippa Irie & Fergie, Fergie]
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing in 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 quaking

[Breakdown: Fergie & Tippa Irie]
Off the Richter (Off the Richter)
Off the Richter (Off the Richter)
Off the Richter (Off the Richter)
Off the Richter (Off the Richter)
Off the Richter (Off the Richter)
Off the Richter
Steady, are you ready?

[Chorus: will.i.am & Fergie, Fergie, Tippa Irie]
Hey mama, this that beat that make you move, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast masters, blastin' up the jamma (All the chance)
So shake your bambama, come on now mama
This that beat that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast masters, blastin' up the jamma
La, la, la, la, la, la
Hey mama, this that beat that make you move, mama (Cutie, cutie)
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama (Cutie, cutie)
We the blast masters, blastin' up the jamma (All the jams)
So shake your bambama, come on now mama
This that beat that make you move, mama (Cutie, cutie)
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama (Cutie, cutie)
C'mon now, mama