Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Anthony Henry, William Adams
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Black Eyed PeasHey Mama Lyrics:
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 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 really 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 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
Dont wanna squize trigger, just wanna squize tits
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 nauuughty
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 infiniti, 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 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
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