Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hey Mama, artist - Black Eyed Peas. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
Hey Mama |
| Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you move, mama |
| Get on the floor and move your booty moma |
| 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 realli make me feel nauuughty |
| 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 realli make me 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 Or, and a bigger bit of Nu The true n*ggers know that the peas come thru |
| We never cease (NOO), we never die no we never disease (NOO) |
| We multiply like we mathamatice |
| Then we drop bombs like we in the middle east |
| (The bomb bombas, the base move dramas) |
| Naw y’all knaw, who we are |
| y’all knaw, we the stars |
| Steady rockin' on y’alls boulevards |
| And, lookin' hot without bodygaurds |
| (I do) what I can |
| (Y'all come And 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 mama |
| 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 |
| (la la la la la) |
| We the big town stumpas, 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 (NOOOO) we need to carry 9 mm 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 |
| 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 body guards |
| Now she be, its dirty, from the crew |
| BET, 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 booty |
| Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and |
| Hey shorty, I know you wanna party |
| the way your body look realli make me feel nauuughty |
| But the race is not, for the swiss |
| But who really can, take control of it And tippa irie and the black eyed peas will be thhhheeerre |
| til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti |
| Tippa is ouuuuuut |
| 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 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 mama |
| 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 |