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Heymama this that Lyrics

Heymama this that by Black Eyed Peas  

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Heymama this that (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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