Lyrics: Hey Mama

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 jamma

Reeeeeeeeewiiiiiiiiind

Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
And shake that thing in the city of sin and
Hey shorty I know you wanna party
And the way your body looks it makes me really feel naughty
(x's 2)

(Verse:)
I got a naughty naughty style and a naughty naughty crew
But everything I do, I do just for you
I'm a little bit of old, and a bigger bit a new
The true n*gga's know that the peas come through
And never cease (nooooo)
We never die no we never discease (noooo)
We multiply like we mathmatice
And then drop bombs like we in the middle east

(The bomb bombas, the base boom drumma's)

Now ya'll know, who we are
Ya'll know, we the stars
Steady rockin' all of ya'll's boulevard
And lookin' hard without body guards
I do, what I can
W.ill.i.am
H, still I stand
With still mic in hand
So come on mama
Dance to the drumma

(Chorus:)
Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you move mama (hey)
Get on the floor and move your booty mama (yo)
We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma (hey)
So shake your bum bumma (hey hey hey hey)
Come on now mama, this that sh*t that make you move mama (hey)
Get on the floor and move your booty mama (yo)
We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma (whoa)
La La La La La

(Verse:)
We the big town stompa's and big sound pumpa's
The beat bump bumps all in the trunk trunka's
The girlies in the club got the plump lump lumpa's
And when I'm making love
Yea my hip hump humps, it never quits (nooo)
We need to carry 9MM clips (noooo)
Don't wanna squeeze triggers
Just wanna squeeze t*ts
(Luva Luva)
Cause we the show stoppers and the cheif rocka's
Numba one cheif rocka's

Now ya'll know, who we are
Ya'll know, we the stars
Steady rockin' all of ya'll's boulevard
How we rockin' it girl?
Without body guards
She be...Fergie
From the crew...BEP
Come and take heed as we take the lead
So come on pappa, dance to the drumma

(Chorus:)
Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you move mama (yo)
Get on the floor and move your booty mama (wha)
We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma
Noooooo, Noooooo

Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
And shake that thing in the city of sin and
Hey shorty I know you wanna party
And the way your body looks it makes me really feel naughty

(Verse:)
But the race is not for the swiss
But for who can hinch over it
And tippa irie and the black eyed peas will be therrrrrre
Till infinity, till infinity, till infinity, till infinity, till infinity
Blackadooowwwwwwwwwww

Nosa dima shock, nosa dima ting
Everytime you see dem up here, bling bling
O wata ting, peerbackaling
grinding, and winding
and the madda be moving in a perfect timing
and my dance and dance to the dance hall we be
and the way true nice, it finga alikin
like rice and peas and chicken stuffing

(Chorus:)
Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you move mama (yea
Get on the floor and move your booty mama (yo)
We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma (wha)
So shake ya bum bumma
Come on now mama
This that sh*t that make you move mama
Get on the floor and move ya booty mama (yo)
We the blast masta's blastin' up the jamma (what)
La La La Laaaa.....