The Black Eyed Peas - Hey Mama Lyrics
(La la la la la)Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mamaGet on the floor and move your booty momaWe the blast masters blastin' up the jamma(REEEEEEEWIIIIIIND)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 realli make me really feel naunughtyCutie 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 realli make me really feel naunughtyI got a naughty naughty style and a naughty naughty crewBut everything I do, I do just for youI'm a little bit of old, and a bigger bit of NuThe true niggers know that the peas come thruWe never cease (NOO), we never die no we never decease (NOO)We 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 knaw, we the starsSteady rockin' on y'alls boulevardsAnd, lookin' hard 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 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 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 bumps in your trunk trunkasThe girlies in the club with the big plump plumpasAnd when I'm makin' love, my hip hump humpsIt never quits (NOOOO) we need to carry 9mm clips (NOOOO)Don't wanna squize trigger, just wanna squize t*ts(Lubaluba) cause we the show stoppasAnd the chief rockas, number one chief rockasNaw y'all knaw, who we areY'all knaw, we the starsSteady rockin' on y'alls boulevardsHow we rockin' it girl, without body guardsNow she be, Fergie, from the crewB.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 bootyShake that thing like we in the city of sin, andNo fakin I know you see me shakin'And the way I break it down I got the whole world quakinOff 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 partyThe way your body look realli make me really feel naunughtyBut the race is not, for the swiftBut who really can, take control of itAnd tippa irie and the black eyed peas will be thhhheeerreTil infinity, til infinity, til infinity, til infinity, til infinityTippa is onuunuutNosa dima shock, nosa dima tingEverytime you sit there I hear, bling blingO wata ting, hear blacka singGrinding, and windingAnd the madda be moving in a perfect timingAnd we dance and dance to the dancehall riddimAnd we're really to nice, it finga lickin'Like rice and peas and chicken stuffingHey 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 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 [fade])
