Hey Mama - Album Version

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La la la la la

Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast mastas blastin' out the ja, rewind

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 look
You 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 look
You 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
I'm a little bit of old and a bigger bit of new
The true people know that the Peas come through

We never cease, we never die, no, we never decease
We multiply like we mathematics
And then drop bombs 'cuz we shake it to the beat
The bomb bombas, the bass boom drummas

(Now ya'll know) Who we are
(Ya'll know) We da stars
Steady rockin' all ya'lls boulevards
And lookin' hard without body guards

(I do) What I can
Apl do (W)WILL.I.AM
And still I stand, with still mic in hand
So come on mama, dance to the drumma

Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast mastas blastin' out the drumma
So shake ya bum bumma

C'mon now, mama (Hey)
This that beat that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast mastas blastin' out the drumma (Wha?)

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 lump-lumpas
And when I'm makin' love, then my hip hump-humps

It never quits(NOOOO) we need to carry 9mm clips(NOOOO)
Dont wanna squize trigger, just wanna squize t*ts
(lubaluba)cause we the show stoppas
And the chief rockas, number one chief rockas

(Now ya'll know) Who we are
(Ya'll know) We da stars
Steady rockin' all ya'lls boulevards
(How we rockin' it girl?)
Without body guards

(She be) Fergie
(From the crew) BEP
Come on take heat az we take the lead
So come on papa, hey, dance to the drama

Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast mastas blastin' out the drumma, no, no

Cutie, cutie, make sure your 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 look, you make me really 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 thhhheeerre
Till infinity, till infinity, till infinity, till infinity..
Tippa is out

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

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
(la la la la la) [fades]