Lời bài hát Hey Mama
La la la la la
Hey mama
This that shit that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor
And move your booty, mama
We the blast masters
Blastin' up the jamma
Reeeeeeewiiiiiind
Cutie cutie
Make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing
In all the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
And the way your body look
It makes me really feel naughty
Cutie cutie
Make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing
In all the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
And the way your body look
It makes 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 niggers know
That the peas come through
We never cease, no
We never die
No we never decease, no
We multiply like we mathamatice
And then drop bombs
Like we in the Middle East
The bomb bombas, the base move dramas
Naw 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
Follow you, will.i.am
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
Get on the floor
And move your booty mama
Yaw, we the blast mastas
Blastin' up the jamma, wow
La la la la la
We the big town stumpas
And big sound pumpas
The beat bump bumps so all in trunk trunkas
The girlies in the club
Got the plump plump plumpas
And when I'm makin' love
My hip hump humps
It never quits, no
We need to carry nine millimeter clips, no
Don't wanna squeeze trigger
Just wanna squeeze tits
Lova, lova
'cause we the show stoppas
And the chief rockas, number one chief rockas
Naw y'all know, who we are
Y'all know, we the stars
Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards
How we rockin' it girl, without body guards
She be, Fergie, from the crew
B.e.p., come and take heed
As we take the lead
So come on papa, dance to the drama
Hey mama
This that shit that make you groove, mama
Yaw, get on the floor
And move your booty mama
Wuh, we the blast mastas
Blastin' up the jamma
Naw, naw
Cutie cutie
Make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing
In all the city of sin and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
And the way your body look
It makes me really feel naughty
But the race is not, for the swift
But for who can control it
And Tippa Irie and the Black Eyed Peas
Will be there
'til infinity, 'til infinity
'til infinity, 'til infinity, 'til infinity
Blacked 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 be moving
In a 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
Wow, so shake your bambama
Come on now mama
This that shit that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty mama
Yaw, we the blast mastas
Blastin' up the jamma
La la la la la
