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Heymama this that Lyricsby Black Eyed Peas Buy album CD: Other Songs 8 - L (la la la la la) Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you move, mama Get on the floor and move your booty mama We the blast masters blastin' up the jamuh (REEEEEEEWIIIIIIND) Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty Shake that thing in da city of sin, and Hey shorty, I know you wanna party and the way your body look ya make me really feel naughty Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty Shake that thing in da city of sin, and Hey shorty, I know you wanna party the way your body look ya 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 Im a little bit of OL', and a bigger bit of New The true n*ggers know that the peas come through 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' all y'alls boulevards And, lookin' hot without bodygaurds (I do) what I can (Y'all know you)well i am And still I stand, with still mic in hand (So come on mama, dance to the drama) Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you groove, mama (hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama (yal')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 (yal')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,well 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 Naw y'all knaw, who we are y'all knaw, we the stars Steady rockin' all 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 drama) Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you move, mama (yow)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 in da city of sin, and Hey shorty, I know you wanna party the way your body look make me really feel naughty But the race is not, for the swiss But who can, hinge over it And tippa irie and the black eyed peas will be thhhheeerre til' infinity, til' infinity, til' infinity, til' infinity black it ouuuut Nufa dim a shock, nufa dim a ting everytime you sit near i hear, bling bling O what-a ting, pure mackling grinding, and winding and they might not be moving in a perfect timing and we dance and dance to the dance all agian and we're really to nice, it finga licking like rice and peas and chicken stuffing Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you groove, mama get on the floor and move your booty mama (yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma (wuh)so shake your bambama, come on now mama this that sh*t 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 *fade*)
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