Black eyed peas --->Hey mama

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    Re: Black eyed peas --->Hey mama

    campino - 07.04.2006, 18:56

    Black eyed peas --->Hey mama
    La la la la la,
    Hey mama, this that shit
    That make you move, mama
    Get on the floor
    And move your body, mama
    We the blast masters blastin’
    Up the jamba

    REWIND!

    cutie cutie, make sure
    You move your body
    Shake that thing
    Like we in the city of sin, and
    Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
    And the way your body looking
    Make me really feel naughty
    Cutie cutie, make sure
    You move your body
    Shake that thing
    Like we in the city of sin, and
    Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
    And the way your body looking
    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
    I’m a little bit of old
    And a bigger bit of new
    The true niggers know
    That The Peas come thru
    We never cease (noo)
    We never die no we never decease (noo)
    We multiply like we mathamatice
    And then drop bombs
    Like we in the middle east
    (The bomb bombas
    The base boom dramas)
    Naw y’all know, who we are
    Y’all know, we the stars
    Steady rockin’ on y’alls boulevards
    And lookin’ hard without bodyguards
    (I do) what I can
    (Y’all come thru) Will.I.Am
    And still I stand
    With still mic in hand
    (So come on mama
    Dance to the druma)

    Chorus:
    Hey mama, this that shit
    That make you groove, mama
    Get on the floor
    And move your body, mama
    We the blast mastas blastin’
    Up the jamma
    So shake your bambama
    Come on now, mama
    Hey mama, this that shit
    That make you groove, mama
    Get on the floor
    And move your body, mama
    We the blast mastas
    Blastin’ up the jamma
    (La la la la la)

    We the big town stompas
    And big sound pumpas
    The beat bump bumps
    All in your trunk trunkas
    The girlies in the club
    Got the big plump plumpas
    And when I’m makin’ love
    Then my hip hop hops
    It never quits (nooo)
    Don't need to carry nine millemeter clips
    Don’t wanna squeeze trigger
    Just wanna squeeze t*ts
    Cause we the show stoppas
    And the chief rockas
    Number one chief rockas

    Naw y’all know, who we are
    Y’all know, we the stars
    Steady rockin’ on y’alls boulevards
    How we rockin’ it, girl
    Without bodyguards
    She be, Fergie
    From the crew BEP
    Come and take heed
    As we take the lead
    (So come on bubba
    Dance to the druma)

    Chorus:
    Hey mama, this that shit
    That make you groove, mama
    Get on the floor
    And move your body, mama
    We the blast mastas blastin’
    Up the jamma
    So shake your bambama
    Come on now, mama
    NO NO
    cutie cutie, make shure you move your body
    Shake that thing
    Like we in the city of sin, and
    Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
    And the way your body looking
    Make me really feel naughty

    But the race is not for the swift
    But for who can endure it
    And Tippa Irie and The Black Eyed Peas
    Will be there
    Til infinity (5x)
    Black in da house
    Nuff dem a shock, nuff sey
    Dem a sting
    Everytime you see dem
    A pure bling bling
    O wata ting, pure madelling
    Grinding and wining
    And de manna dem a move
    In a perfect timing
    Dem a dance and dance
    To the dancehall rhythm
    And de wey de tune nice
    It finga lickin’
    Like rice and peas
    And chicken stuffin’

    Chorus:
    Hey mama, this that shit
    That make you groove, mama
    Get on the floor
    And move your body, mama
    We the blast mastas blastin’
    Up the jamma
    So shake your bambama
    Come on now, mama
    Hey mama, this that shit
    That make you groove, mama
    Get on the floor
    And move your body, mama
    We the blast mastas
    Blastin’ up the jamma
    (La la la la la)



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