Hey Mama Lyrics

Hey Mama lyrics

(la la la la la)Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you move, 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 feel nauuughtyCutie 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 feel nauuughtyI got a
naughty naughty style and a naughty naughty crewBut everything I do, I do just
for youIm a little bit of Or, and a bigger bit of NuThe true n*ggers know that
the peas come thruWe never cease(NOO), we never die no we never disease(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' hot 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 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 mamaHey
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 pumpasThe beat bump bumpas 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)Dont 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, its dirty, from the crewBEP, 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 bootyShake that thing like we in the city of
sin, andHey shorty, I know you wanna partythe way your body look realli make me
feel nauuughtyBut the race is not, for the swissBut who really can, take control
of itAnd tippa irie and the black eyed peas will be thhhheeerretil infiniti, til
infiniti, til infiniti, til infinitiTippa is ouuuuuutNosa 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 end of the thingand we're really to nice, it finga
akinlike rice and peas and chicken and blingHey 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 mamaHey
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
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