Hey Mama

The Black Eyed Peas

Hey Mama (Original Version)

(La la la la la)
Hey mama, this that shit that make you move, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty mama
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 really make me 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
The way your body look it really make me feel naughty

I got a naughty naughty style and a naughty naughty crew
But everything I do, I do just for you
IÂ’m a little bit of Old, and a bigger bit of New
The true niggers know that the peas come thru
We never cease (Noo!), we never die no we never decease (Noo!)
We multiply like we mathematice
And then drop bombs like we in the Middle East
(The bomb bombas, the base boom dramas)

Naw y'all know, who we are
Y'all know, we the stars
Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards
And, lookin' hard without bodyguards
(I do) what I can
(All for you) will.i.am
And 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 mama
(Yaw) we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(Hey) so shake your bambama, come on now mama
Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
(Hey) get on the floor and move your booty mama
(Yaw) we the blast masters blastin' up the jamma
(La la la la la)

We the big town stompas, 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 (Noo!) we need to carry 9mm clips (Noo!)
Don't wanna squeeze trigger, just wanna squeeze 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 bodyguards
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 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
(Noo! Noo!)
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 it really make me feel naughty

But the race is not for the swift
But for who can endure it
And tippa irie and the black eyed peas will be there
Til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti
Black in da house
Nuff a dem a shock, nuff sey dem a sting
Everytime you see dem a pure bling bling
O wata ting, pure madelling
Grinding, and whining
And de manna dem a move in a perfect timing
Dem a dance and dance to the dance hall rhythm
And the way de tune nice, it finga' lickin'
Like rice and peas and chicken stuffin'

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 mama
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 (Wuh)
(La la la la laÂ… )

 

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