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Lyric: Hey Mama

  • artist: Black Eyed Peas
  • album: Elephunk
  • seen: 1351

(la la la la la)
  Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you move, 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 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 Or, and a bigger bit of Nu
  The true n*ggers know that the peas come thru
  We never cease(NOO), we never die no we never disease(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' hot 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 druma)
    Hey mama, this that sh*t 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 sh*t 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 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(NOOOO) we need to carry 9mm clips(NOOOO)
  Dont wanna squize trigger, just wanna squize t*ts
  (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, its dirty, from the crew
  BET, come and take heed, as we take the lead
  (so come on bubba, dance to the druma)
    Hey mama, this that sh*t 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
  Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
  the way your body look realli make me feel nauuughty
    But the race is not, for the swiss
  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
  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 end of the thing
  and we're really to nice, it finga akin
  like rice and peas and chicken and bling
    Hey mama, this that sh*t 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 sh*t 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 [fade])

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