Hey Mama Lyrics

von Black Eyed Peas

La la la la la
Hey mama, this that shit that make you move, mama
Et on the floor and move your booty mama
We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma

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 and
The way your body looking make me really feel naughty
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 and
The way your body looking 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 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 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
She be, Fergie, from the crew
BEP, 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 looking make me really feel naughty

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, til infiniti
Tippa is ouuuuuut

Nosa dima shock, nosa dima ting
Everytime you sit there I hear, bling bling
O wata ting, hear macka ling
Grinding, and winding
And the madda be moving in a perfect timing
And we dance and dance to the dance of rythm
And we're really to nice, it finga likin'
Like rice and peas and chicken and stuffing

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])