Black Eyed Peas

"Hey Mama"

(La la la la la)
Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty moma
We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma
(REEEEEEEWIIIIIIND)
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
the way your body look realli make me really feel naunughty
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
the way your body look realli make me really feel naunughty

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 Nu
The true niggers know that the peas come thru
We never cease (NOO), we never die no we never decease (NOO)
We multiply like we mathamatice
Then we drop bombs like we in the middle east
(The bomb bombas, the base move dramas)
Naw y'all knaw, who we are
y'all knaw, we the stars
Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards
And, lookin' hard without bodygaurds
(I do) what I can
(Y'all come thru) will.i.am
And still I stand, with still mic in hand
(So come on mama, dance to the drama)

Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
(Hey) get on the floor and move your booty mama
(Yaw) we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(Hey) so shake your bambama, come on now mama
Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
(Hey) get on the floor and move your booty mama
(Yaw) we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(La la la la la)

We the big town stumpas, and big sound pumpas
The beat bump bumps in your trunk trunkas
The girlies in the club with the big plump plumpas
And when I'm makin' love, my hip hump humps
It never quits (NOOOO) we need to carry 9mm clips (NOOOO)
Don't wanna squize trigger, just wanna squize t*ts
(Lubaluba) cause we the show stoppas
And the chief rockas, number one chief rockas
Naw y'all knaw, who we are
y'all knaw, we the stars
Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards
How we rockin' it girl, without body guards
Now she be, Fergie, from the crew
B.E.P., come and take heed, as we take the lead
(So come on papa, dance to the drama)

Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
(Yaw) get on the floor and move your booty mama
(Wuh) we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(NAWWWW, NAWWW)
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we 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 world quakin
Off the Richter, off the Richter, off the Richter, off the Richter, off the Richter, off the Richter steady are you ready.

Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
the way your body look realli make me really feel naunughty

But the race is not, for the swift
But who really can, take control of it
And tippa irie and the black eyed peas will be thhhheeerre
til infinity, til infinity, til infinity, til infinity, til infinity
Tippa is onuunuut

Nosa dima shock, nosa dima ting
everytime you sit there I hear, bling bling
O wata ting, hear blacka sing
grinding, and winding
and the madda be moving in a perfect timing
and we dance and dance to the dancehall riddim
and we're really to nice, it finga lickin'
like rice and peas and chicken stuffing

Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
(Hey) get on the floor and move your booty mama
(Yaw) we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(Hey) so shake your bambama, come on now mama
Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
(Hey) get on the floor and move your booty mama
(Yaw) we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(La la la la la [fade])


"Pump It"

Ha ha ha
Pump it
Ha ha ha
And pump it (louder) [4x]

Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right

Niggas wanna hate on us (who)
Niggas be envious (who)
And I know why they hatin' on us (why)
Cause that's so fabulous (what)
I'ma be real on us (c'mon)
Nobody got nuttin' on us (no)
Girls be all on us, from London back down to the US (s, s)

We rockin' it (contagious), monkey business (outrageous)
Just confess, your girl admits that we the shit

F-R-E-S-H We (fresh)
D-E-F, that's right we def (rock)
We definite B-E-P, we reppin' it
So, turn it up (turn it up) [3x]
C'mon baby, just

Pump it (louder) [6x]

And say, oh oh oh oh
Say, oh oh oh oh
Yo, yo

Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right now
This joint is fizzlin'
It's sizzlin'
Right

(Yo, check this out right here)
Dude wanna hate on us (dude)
Dude need'a ease on up (dude)
Dude wanna act on up
But dude get shut like flavor shut (down)
Chicks say, she ain't down
But chick backstage when we in town (ha)
She like man on drunk (fool)
She wanna hit n' run (errr)
Yeah, that's the speed
That's what we do
That's who we be
B-L-A-C-K -E -Y-E-D-P to the E, then the A to the S
When we play you shake your ass
Shake it, shake it, shake it girl
Make sure you don't break it, girl
Cause we gonna

Turn it up (turn it up) [3x]
C'mon baby, just
Pump it (louder) [6x]

And say, oh oh oh oh
Say, oh oh oh oh
Yo, yo
Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right now
This joint is fizzlin'
It's sizzlin'
Right

Damn (damn) [5x]

Wow

Apl. de ap. from Philippines
Live and direct, rocking this scene
Breaking on down for the B-boys
And B-girls waiting to do their thing
Pump it, louder come on
Don't stop, and keep it goin'
Do it, lets get it on
Move it!

Come on, baby, do it

La-da-di-dup-dup die dy
On the stereo
Let those speakers blow your mind
(Blow my mind, baby)
To let it go, let it go
Here we go
La-da-di-dup-dup die dy (c'mon, we're there)
On the radio
The system is gonna feel so fine

Pump it (louder) [6x]

And say, oh oh oh oh
Say, oh oh oh oh
Yo, yo
Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right now
This joint is fizzlin'
It's sizzlin'
Right

My Humps

What you gon do with all that junk
All that junk inside your trunk
Ima get get get get you drunk
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump my hump my hump my hump my hump
My hump my hump my hump my lovely little lumps. (Check it out)

I drive these scrubbers crazy
I do it on the daily
They treat me really nicely
They buy me all these ice-ys.
Dolce & Gabbana
Fendi and then Donna
Karen they be sharin
All their money got me wearin
Fly gearrr but I aint askin
They say they love my ass n
Se7en Jeans True Religion
I say no but they keep givin
So I keep on takin
And no I aint fakin
We can keep on datin
I keep on demonstrating.

My love my love my love my love
You love my lady lumps
My hump my hump my hump
My humps they got u
Shes got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin all your money on me and spending time on me.
Shes got me spendin.
(Oh) Spendin all your money on me on me on me

What you gon do with all that junk
All that junk inside that trunk
Ima get get get get you drunk
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What u gon do with all that ass
All that ass inside them jeans
Im a make make make make you scream
Make u scream make you scream.
Cos of my hump my hump my hump my hump.
My hump my hump my hump my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out)

I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey hey hey yea lets go.
I could be your baby you can be my honey
Lets spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff
Milky milky cocoa
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff milky milky riiiiiiight.

They say Im really sexy
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me
Always dancing next to me
Tryin a feel my hump hump.
Lookin at my lump lump.
U can look but you cant touch it
If u touch it Ima start some drama
You dont want no drama
No no drama no no no no drama
So dont pull on my hand boy
You aint my man boy
Im just tryna dance boy
And move my hump.

My hump my hump my hump my hump
My hump my hump my hump my hump my hump my hump.
My lovely lady lumps x3
In the back and in the front.
My lovin got u
Shes got me spendin.
(Oh) Spendin all your money on me and spending time on me.
Shes got me spendin.
(Oh) Spendin all your money on me on me on me.

What you gon do with all that junk
All that junk inside that trunk
Ima get get get get you drunk
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon do with all that ass
All that ass inside them jeans
Ima make make make make you scream
Make you scream make you scream.
What you gon do with all that junk
All that junk inside that trunk
Ima get get get get you drunk
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon do wit all that breast
All that breast inside that shirt
Ima make make make make you work
Make you work work make you work.
Shes got me spendin.
Spendin all your money on me and spendin time on me
Shes got me spendin.
Spendin all your money on me on me on me.