Black Eyed Peas - Hey Mama lyrics

La 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
(reeeeeeewi i i i i i nd)

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
And the way your body lookin'
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
I'm a little bit of old
And a little bit of new
The true niggas know that
The Peas come through we never cease
(No) , we never die
No we never deceased (No)
We multiply like we mathematise
And then drop bombs like we
In the Middle East
(The bomb bomba's, the base boom dramas)

Now 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 (W) ill-Iam
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 jamma
(Hey) So shake your bambama, come on now 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 (Whoa, La la la la la)

We the big town stumpas, and big sound pumpas
The beat bump bumps in your trunk trunkas
The girlies in the club got
The plump plump plumpas
And when I'm makin' love, my hip hump humps
It never quit's (No)
We need to carry nine millimeter clips (No)
Don't wanna squeeze trigger
Just wanna squeeze tit's
(Lova, lova) 'cause we the show stoppas
And the chief rockas, number one chief rockas

Now y'all know (Who we are)
Y'all know (We the stars)
(Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevard)
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 drummer)

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 (Naw, nawy)

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

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 there
'Til infinity, 'til infinity, 'til infinity
'til infinity, 'til infinity, 'til infinity
Tippa is out

Kcohs a med a ffun, Nuff a dem a shock
Nuff a dem a shock, nuff a dem a sting
Every time you see dem appear bling bling
Oh what a ting! Pure modeling
Grinding, and winding
And the madda dem a move inna perfect timing
Dem a dance and dance to di dancehall riddim
And di way di tune nice, it finga-licking
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 jamma
(Hey) So shake your bambama, come on now 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 (Whoa, La la la la la)