Hey mamma (dirty) Lyrics
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Hey mamma (dirty) Lyricsby Black Eyed Peas Buy album CD: Other Songs 8 - L la la la la la hey mamma its that shit that make you move momma get on the floor and move ya booty momma we da blast mastas blastin up the ja....... (fade) REWINNNNND cute cutie make sure ya move ya booty shake that thing we in the city of sin and hey showty i know u wanna party and the way yo body look make me really feel naughty cutie cutie make sure ya move ya booty shake that thing we in the city of sin and hey showty i know u wanna party and the way yo body look make me really feel naughty i gotta naughty naughty style and a naughty naughty crew but everything i do i do jus for you im a lil bit of old and a bigga bit of new the true niggas know that the peas come through and neva cease, nawwwww we neva die no we neva disease, nawwwww we multiply like we mathmatice and then drop bombs like we in da middle east the bomb bombas the bass boom drummas now yall know, who we are yall know, we da stars steady rockin all of yall's boulevards and lookin hard without bodyguards i do, what i can w, ill.i.am and still i stand with still mike in hand so come on momma dance to the jamma hey mamma its that shit that make ya move momma get on the floor and move ya booty momma we da blast mastas blastin out the jamma so shake ya bum bumma come on now momma its that shit that make ya move momma get on tha floor and move ya booty momma we da blast mastas blastin out the jamma la la la la la we da big town stompas and big sound pumpas the beat bump bumps all in ya trunk trunkas the girlies in the club got the plump lump lumpas and when im makin love then my hip hump humps and neva quits nawwwwww no need to carry 9 millameta clips nawwwwww dont wanna squize triggas jus wanna squize tits, lova lova cause we the show stoppas and the chief rockas, numba one chief rockas now yall know, who we are yall know, we da stars steady rockin all of yalls boulevards how we rockin it girl? without body guards she be, Fergie from the group, B.E.P come on take heed as we take the lead so come on papa dance to the jamma hey mamma its that shit that make ya move momma get on the floor and move ya booty momma we the blast mastas blastin up the jamma nawwwww nawwwww cutie cutie make sure ya move ya booty shake that thing we in the city of sin and hey showty i know u wanna party the way yo body look make me really feel naughty but the race is not for the swift but for who can take over it and tippa irie and the black eyed peas will be there till infinity till infinity till infinity till infinity till infinity blacka da house thosa them i shock(quite) thosa them i shock, thosa them i sting every time you see them i hear bling-bling oh wut a ting pure mack-a-ling grinding and winding and they motha thema movin in perfect timing and we dance and dance to the dance hall rhythm and dey really to nice, its finga lickin like rice and peas and chiken stuffing hey mamma its that shit that make you move momma get on the floor and move ya booty momma we da blast mastas blastin out the jamma so shake ya bum bumma come on now momma its that shit that make ya move mamma get on the flour and move ya booty momma we da blast mastas blastin out tha jamma la la la la la..... (fade)
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