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Hey Mama
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The Black Eyed Peas
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(oooooooh)(la la la la la) Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama Get on the floor and move your boody mama We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma (REEEEEEEWIIIIIIND) cutie cutie, make sure you move your boody Shake that thing in all the city of Sin, and Hey shorty, I know you wanna party and the way your body lookin' make me really feel naughty Cutie cutie, make sure you move your boody Shake that thing in all the city of Sin, and Hey shorty, I know you wanna party and the way your body lookin' 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 old, and a bigger bit of new The true niggers know that the peas come thru We never cease(Naaaw), we never die no we never desease (Naaaw) We multiply like we mathematice And then drop bombs like we in the middle east (The bomb bombas, the base ball drammas) Now y'all know, who we are y'all know, we the stars Steady rockin' all of y'alls boulevards And, lookin' hard without bodyguards (I do) what I can (Follow you)will.i.am And still I stand, with still mic in hand (So come on mama, dance to the drama) Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama (hey)get on the floor and move your boody mama (yaw)we the blast masters blastin' up the jamma (hey)so shake your bumbuma, come on now mama this that shit that make you groove, mama (gotta)get on the floor and move your boody mama (yaw)we the blast masters blastin' up the jamma (wo)(la la la la la) We the big town stompas, and big sound pumpas The beat bump bumps so all in your trunk trunkas The girlies in the club got the plump lump lumpas And when I'm makin' love, ya my hip hump humps It never quits(Naaaaw) dont need to carry nine milimeter clips, don't wanna squeeze triggers just wanna squeeze tits (lubbalubba)cause we the show stoppas And the chief rockas, number one chief rockas Now y'all knaw, who we are y'all know, we the stars Steady rockin' all of y'alls boulevards How we rockin' it girl, without body guards she be, Fergie, from the crew B.E.P., come and take heed, as we take the lead (so come on papa, dance to the dramma) Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama (yaw)get on the floor and move your boody mama (wo)we the blast masters blastin' up the jamma (Naaaw, Naaaw) cutie cutie, make sure you move your body Shake that thing like the city of Sin, and Hey shorty, I know you wanna party and the way your body lookin make me really feel nauuughty But the race is not, for the swift But for who can, hin cuover it And tippa hirie and the black eyed peas will be thhhheeerre til infinity, til infinity, til infinity, til infinity, til infinity Blackarout Nosa dima shock, nosa dima ting everytime you see them i hear, bling bling O waka ting, pure mockaling grinding, and winding and the madda be moving in a perfect timing and we dance and dance to the dancehall rythym and we're really to nice, it finger lickin' like rice and peas and chicken stuffing Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama (hey)get on the floor and move your boody mama (yaw)we the blast masters blastin' up the drumma (wo)so shake your bambama, come on now mama this that shit that make you groove, mama (gotta)get on the floor and move your boody mama (yaw)we the blast masters blastin' up the drumma (la la la la la [fade])
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