Hey mamma (music video/clean) Lyrics
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Hey mamma (music video/clean) Lyricsby Black Eyed Peas Buy album CD: Other Songs 8 - L (la la la la la) Hey mama, this that beet 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 and 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 and 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 people know that the peas come thru We never cease(NOO), we never die no we never disease(NOO) We multiply like we mathamatice Then drop bombs cuz we shakin' to da beat (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 (w)ill.i.am And still I stand, with still mic in hand (So come on mama, dance to the druma) Hey mama, this that beet 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 beet 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 gotta plump ma plumpas And when I'm makin' love, my hip hump humps It never quits(NOOOO) I don't discrimate highway chix(NOOOO) Asain Causcan black I squize (awww) 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, Fergie, from the crew BEP, come and take heed, as we take the lead (so come on poppa, dance to the druma) Hey mama, this that beet 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, Hey shorty, I know you wanna party and 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 No shiften! Cuz we shakin'! We got da whole earth quakin'! Off da riffta off da riffta off da riffta! Steady! R u ready?!? Hey mama, this that beet 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 beet that make you groove, mama (hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama (yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma (record scratch) Cuttie Cuttie Hey Shortie Cuttie Cuttie Hey Shortie
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