Black Eyed Peas - Hey Mama Lyrics
(la la la la la)Hey mama, this that shit that make you move, mamaGet on the floor and move your booty mamaWe the blast masters blastin' up the jamma(REEEEWIIIND)Cutie cutie, make sure you move your bootyShake that thing like we in the city of sin, andHey shorty, I know you wanna partythe way your body look relli make me feel nauuughtyCutie cutie, make sure you move your bootyShake that thing like we in the city of sin, andHey shorty, I know you wanna partythe way your body look relli make me feel nauuughtyI got a naught naughty style and a naughty naughty crewbut everything i do, i do just for youI'm a little bit of Or and a bigger bit of NuThe true niggers know that the peas come thruWe never cease (Noo), we never die, no we never diseaseWe multiply like we mathamaticeThen we drop bombs like we in the middle east(The bomb bombas, the base move dramas)Naw, y'all knaw, who we arey'all know, we the starsSteady rockin' on y'alls boulevardsAnd lookin' hot without bodygaurds(I do) what I can(Y'all come thru) will.i.amAnd still I stand, with still mic in hand(So come on mama, dance to the druma)Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama(hey) get on the floor and move your booty mam(yaw) we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma(hey) so shake you bambama, come on now mamaHey 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 pumpasThe beat bump bumpas in you trunk trunkasThe girlies in the club with the big plum plumpasAnd when I'm makin' love, my hip hump humpsIt never quits (Noo) we need to carry 9mm clipsDon't wanna squeze trigger, just wanna squeze t*tscause we the show stoppasAnd the chief rockas, number one chief rackasNaw y'all who we arey'all knaw, we the starsSteady rockin' on y'alls boulevardsHow we rockin' it gurkm without bodyguardsNow she be, fergiem from the crewBEP, 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 move, mamaGet on the floor and move your booty mamaWe the blast masters blastin' up the jamma(Nawwwww, Nawwww)Cutie cutie, make sure you move your bootyShake that thing like we in the city of sin, andHey shorty, I know you wanna partythe way your body look relli make me feel nauuughtyBut the race is not, for the swissBut who really can, take control of itAnd tippa irie and the black eyed peas will be thhhheeerrretil infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti, til infinitiTippa is ouuuuuutHey mama, this that shit that make you move, mamaGet on the floor and move your booty mamaWe the blast masters blastin' up the jammaso shake your bambama, come on now mamaHey mama, this that shit that make you move, mamaGet on the floor and move your booty mamaWe the blast masters blastin' up the jamma(la la la la la)
