The Black Eyed Peas

The Black Eyed Peas - Hey mama lyrics

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(La la la la la)

Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you move, mama

Get on the floor and move your booty mama

We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma

(Reeeeewinnnnnd)

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 really make me feel nauuughty

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 feel nauuughty

I got a naughty naughty style and a naughty naughty crew

But everything I do, I do just for you

Im a little bit of Old, and a bigger bit of New

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

And then drop bombs like we in the middle east

(The bomb bombas, the base boom dramas)

Naw y'all know, who we are

Y'all know, we the stars

Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards

And, lookin' hard without bodyguards

(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 druma)

(Refrain)

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 stompas, and and big sound pumpas

The beat bump bumpas 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 (noo) we need to carry 9mm clips(noo)

Don't wanna squeeze trigger, just wanna squeeze tuts

(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

She be, Fergie, from the crew

BEP, come and take heed, as we take the lead

(So come on bubba, dance to the druma)

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

(Nawww, nawww)

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 really make me feel nauuughty

But the race is not for the swift

But for who can endure it

And tippa irie and the black eyed peas will be thhhheeerre

Til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti

Tippa is ouuuuuut

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 dance hall rhythm

And we're really too nice, it finga akin

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)

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