Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove Mama, get on the floor and move your booty Mama, we the blastmasters, blastin' up the jungle Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty Shake that tinny, now the city out sinnin' Hey shawty, I know you wanna party And the way your body lookin' make me really feel naughty Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty Shake that tinny, now the city out sinnin' Hey shawty, I know you wanna party And the way your body lookin' make me really feel naughty I got a 90-90 style and a 90-90 crew For everything I do, I do just for you I'm a little bit to old and a bigger bit to new The true niggas know that the peace come through and never cease We never die, no, we never decease We most apply like we Mathematics And then drop bombs like we in the Middle East The bum bummer, the bass boom drummer Y'all know who we are, y'all know We the stars, steady rockin' all of y'all's boulevard And lookin' hard with our bodyguards I do what I can, I do you, hell I am And still I stand with still mic in hand So come on mama, dance to the drummer Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove Mama, get on the floor and move your booty Mama, we the blastmasters, blastin' at the drummer So shake your bum mama, come on now mama Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove Mama, get on the floor and move your booty Mama, we the blastmasters, blastin' at the drummer We the big town stompers and big sound pumpers The beat bump bumps all in your trunk trunkers The girlies in the club got the plump lump lumpers And when I'm makin' love to my hips, hump humps and never quits No need to carry 9mm clips Don't wanna squeeze triggers, just wanna squeeze tits Cause we the showstoppers and the chief rockers, number one chief rockers Y'all know, who we are, y'all know We the stars that is rockin' all of y'all's boulevard How we rockin' it girl, with our bodyguards She be, Fergie, from the crew B.E.P. come on take heat as we take the lead So come on papa, dance to the drummer Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove Mama, get on the floor and move your booty Move your booty mama, we the blastmasters, blastin' at the drummer No, no Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty Shake that ting inna the city of Sinan Hey shorty, I know you wanna party The way your body look it make me really feel naughty But the race is not for the swift But for who can hint, show her it And Tipper Harry and the Black Eyed Peas will be there Chill Affinity, Chill Affinity, Chill Affinity, Chill Affinity, Chill Affinity Blacked out Nuff a dem a shock, nuff a dem a sting Every time you see dem appear bling bling Oh what a ting, pure maglin Grinding and whining And the madda dem a move inna perfect timing Dem a dance and dance to the dancehall rhythm And the way the tune nice it finger lickin' Like rice and peas and chicken stuffing Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove Mama, get on the floor and move your booty We da Blastmasters, blastin' at the jamma So shake your bum, mama, come on now mama This that shit that make you groove Mama, get on the floor and move your booty We da Blastmasters, blastin' at the jamma