Hey Mama
Artist: Black Eyed Peas
Composer: unknown
Hey Mama - Black Eyed Peas
Poster: blackpaw
Posted: 28/02/2006 21:02
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TAGS: Hey, Mama
(oooooooh)(la la la la la)
Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty mama
We the blast masters blastin' up the drumma
(REEEEEEEWIIIIIIND)
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like the city of Sinon, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
and the way your body lookin make me really feel nauuughty
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like the city of Sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
and the way your body lookin make me really 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 old, and a bigger bit of new
The true niggers know that the peas come thru
We never cease(Naaaw), we never die no we never decease (Naaaw)
We multiply like we mathematice
And then drop bombs like we in the middle east
(The bomb bombas, the base boom drummas)
Now y'all know, who we are
y'all know, we the stars
Steady rockin' all of y'alls boulevards
And, lookin' hard without bodyguards
(I do) what I can
(Follow you)will.i.am
And 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 drumma
(hey)so shake your bumbuma, come on now mama
this that shit that make you groove, mama
(gotta)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(wo)(la la la la la)
We the big town stompas, and big sound pumpas
The beat bump bumps all in your trunk trunkas
The girlies in the club got the plump plump plumpas
And when I'm makin' love, ya my hip hump humps
Hey Mama lyrics on
http://music.yeucahat.com/song/English/8149-Hey-Mama~Black-Eyed-Peas.html
It never quits(Naaaaw) no need to carry 9mm clips(Naaaw)
Dont wanna squeeze trigger, just wanna squeeze tits
(lubaluba)cause we the show stoppas
And the chief rockas, number one chief rockas
Now y'all knaw, who we are
y'all knaw, we the stars
Steady rockin' all of y'alls boulevards
How we rockin' it girl, without body guards
she be, Fergie, from the cool
B.E.P., come and take heed, as we take the lead
(so come on papa, dance to the drumma)
Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
(yaw)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(wo)we the blast mastas blastin' up the drumma
(Naaaw, Naaaw)
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like the city of Sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
and the way your body lookin make me really feel nauuughty
But the race is not, for the swift
But who really can, take control of it
And tippa irie and the black eyed peas will be thhhheeerre
til infinity, til infinity, til infinity, til infinity, til infinity
Tippa is onuunuut
Nosa dima shock, nosa dima ting
everytime you see them i hear, bling bling
O waka ting, pure mockaling
grinding, and winding
and the madda be moving in a perfect timing
and we dance and dance to the dancehall rythym
and we're really to nice, it finga lickin'
like rice and peas and chicken stuffing
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 drumma
(wo)so shake your bambama, come on now mama
this that shit that make you groove, mama
(gotta)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the drumma
(la la la la la [fade])
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