The Black Eyed Peas - Hey Mama
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lyrics
(oooooooh)(la la la la la)
Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your boody mama
We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma
(REEEEEEEWIIIIIIND)
cutie cutie, make sure you move your boody
Shake that thing in all the city of Sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
and the way your body lookin' make me really feel naughty
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your boody
Shake that thing in all the city of Sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
and the way your body lookin' make me really feel naughty
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(Naaaw), we never die no we never desease (Naaaw)
We multiply like we mathematice
And then drop bombs like we in the middle east
(The bomb bombas, the base ball drammas)
Now y'all know, who we are
y'all know, we the stars
Steady rockin' all of y'alls boulevards
And, lookin' hard without bodyguards
(I do) what I can
(Follow you)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 boody mama
(yaw)we the blast masters blastin' up the jamma
(hey)so shake your bumbuma, come on now mama
this that shit that make you groove, mama
(gotta)get on the floor and move your boody mama
(yaw)we the blast masters blastin' up the jamma
(wo)(la la la la la)
We the big town stompas, and big sound pumpas
The beat bump bumps so all in your trunk trunkas
The girlies in the club got the plump lump lumpas
And when I'm makin' love, ya my hip hump humps
It never quits(Naaaaw) dont need to carry nine milimeter clips, don't wanna squeeze triggers just wanna squeeze tits
(lubbalubba)cause we the show stoppas
And the chief rockas, number one chief rockas
Now y'all knaw, who we are
y'all know, we the stars
Steady rockin' all of y'alls boulevards
How we rockin' it girl, without body guards
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 dramma)
Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
(yaw)get on the floor and move your boody mama
(wo)we the blast masters blastin' up the jamma
(Naaaw, Naaaw)
cutie cutie, make sure you move your body
Shake that thing like the city of Sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
and the way your body lookin make me really feel nauuughty
But the race is not, for the swift
But for who can, hin cuover it
And tippa hirie and the black eyed peas will be thhhheeerre
til infinity, til infinity, til infinity, til infinity, til infinity
Blackarout
Nosa dima shock, nosa dima ting
everytime you see them i hear, bling bling
O waka ting, pure mockaling
grinding, and winding
and the madda be moving in a perfect timing
and we dance and dance to the dancehall rythym
and we're really to nice, it finger 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 boody mama
(yaw)we the blast masters blastin' up the drumma
(wo)so shake your bambama, come on now mama
this that shit that make you groove, mama
(gotta)get on the floor and move your boody mama
(yaw)we the blast masters blastin' up the drumma
(la la la la la [fade])
Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your boody mama
We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma
(REEEEEEEWIIIIIIND)
cutie cutie, make sure you move your boody
Shake that thing in all the city of Sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
and the way your body lookin' make me really feel naughty
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your boody
Shake that thing in all the city of Sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
and the way your body lookin' make me really feel naughty
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(Naaaw), we never die no we never desease (Naaaw)
We multiply like we mathematice
And then drop bombs like we in the middle east
(The bomb bombas, the base ball drammas)
Now y'all know, who we are
y'all know, we the stars
Steady rockin' all of y'alls boulevards
And, lookin' hard without bodyguards
(I do) what I can
(Follow you)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 boody mama
(yaw)we the blast masters blastin' up the jamma
(hey)so shake your bumbuma, come on now mama
this that shit that make you groove, mama
(gotta)get on the floor and move your boody mama
(yaw)we the blast masters blastin' up the jamma
(wo)(la la la la la)
We the big town stompas, and big sound pumpas
The beat bump bumps so all in your trunk trunkas
The girlies in the club got the plump lump lumpas
And when I'm makin' love, ya my hip hump humps
It never quits(Naaaaw) dont need to carry nine milimeter clips, don't wanna squeeze triggers just wanna squeeze tits
(lubbalubba)cause we the show stoppas
And the chief rockas, number one chief rockas
Now y'all knaw, who we are
y'all know, we the stars
Steady rockin' all of y'alls boulevards
How we rockin' it girl, without body guards
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 dramma)
Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
(yaw)get on the floor and move your boody mama
(wo)we the blast masters blastin' up the jamma
(Naaaw, Naaaw)
cutie cutie, make sure you move your body
Shake that thing like the city of Sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
and the way your body lookin make me really feel nauuughty
But the race is not, for the swift
But for who can, hin cuover it
And tippa hirie and the black eyed peas will be thhhheeerre
til infinity, til infinity, til infinity, til infinity, til infinity
Blackarout
Nosa dima shock, nosa dima ting
everytime you see them i hear, bling bling
O waka ting, pure mockaling
grinding, and winding
and the madda be moving in a perfect timing
and we dance and dance to the dancehall rythym
and we're really to nice, it finger 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 boody mama
(yaw)we the blast masters blastin' up the drumma
(wo)so shake your bambama, come on now mama
this that shit that make you groove, mama
(gotta)get on the floor and move your boody mama
(yaw)we the blast masters blastin' up the drumma
(la la la la la [fade])
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