Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hey Mama (From "Along Came Polly"), artist - Silver Screen Superstars. Album song Music from Jennifer Aniston Movies Including, Bruce Almighty, Marley & Me and We're the Millers, in the genre Музыка из фильмов
Date of issue: 06.08.2015
Record label: One Media iP
Song language: English
Hey Mama (From "Along Came Polly") |
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 |