Black Eyed Peace Hey Mama Lyrics

Rip it mama! (la la la la la)
Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty mamma
We the blast masters blastin' up the drama
(REEEEEEEWIIIIIIND)
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
and the way your body look it make me really feel nauuughty
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
the way your body look it really 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 all, and a bigger bit of No
The true people know that the peas come truth
We never cease(NOO), we never die no we never disease(NOO)
We multiply like the mathematics
Then we drop bombs like we in the middle east
(The bomb bombas, the base move dramas)
Now y'all know, who we are
y'all know, we the stars
Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards
And, lookin' hot without bodygaurds
(I do) what I can
(I am) will I am
And still I stand, with still mic in hand
(So come on mama, dance to the druma)

Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama
(hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(yaw)we the blast masters blastin' up the drama
(hey)so shake your boom mama, come on now mama

Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama
(hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(yaw)we the blast masters blastin' up the drama
(la la la la la)

We the big town stumpas, and and big sound pumpas
The beat b__p b__pas in your trunk trunkas
The girlies in the club with the big plump plumpas
And when I'm makin' love, they're my hip hump humpas
It never quits(NOOOO) I don't discriminate, I please chicks (NOOOO)
Dont wanna squize trigger, just wanna squize t*ts
(love, love)cause we the show stoppas
And the chief rockas, number one chief rockas

Now 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
Now she be, Fergie
From the cool, BEP
come and take heed, as we take the lead
(so come on papa, dance to the druma)

Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you groove, mama
(yaw)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(wuh)we're the blast masters blastin' up the dramma
(Noooooo, Nooo)
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
the way your body look it make me really feel nauuughty

But the race is not, for the swiss
But who really can, take control of it
And tippa irie and the black eyed peas will be thhhheeerre
til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti
Tippa is ouuuuuut

Nosa dima shock, nosa dima ting
everytime you sit there i hear, bling bling
O wata ting, hear blacka sing
grinding, and winding
and the madda be moving in a perfect timing
and we dance and dance to the dancehall riddim
and we're really to nice, it finga akin
like rice and peas and chicken and bling

Hey mama, this that sh*t 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 sh*t 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).