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Artist/Band: The Black Eyed Peas
Lyrics for Song: Hey Mama
Lyrics for Album: Best Of Tippa Irie Hello Darling [2005]



(La la la la la)

Hey Mama, this that sh*t that make you groove, Mama

Get on the floor and move your booty, Mama

We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma (REWIND!)



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

The way your body look really make me feel naughty

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

The way your body look really make me 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 n*ggers know that The Peas come through

We never cease (naw), we never die, no we never desease (naw)

We multiply like we mathamatice

Then we drop bombs like we in the Middle East

(The bomb bombas, the base move dramas)

Naw, y'all know who we are

Y'all know we the stars

Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards

And lookin' hot without bodyguards

(I do) what I can

(Double U) Ill.I.Am

And still I stand, with still mic in hand

(So come on Mama, dance to the druma)



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 bum bumma, 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)



We the big town stumpas, and and big sound pumpas

The beat bump bumpas, all in your trunk trunkas

The girlies in the club with the big plump plumpas

And when I'm makin' love, my hip hump humps

It never quits (naw), we need to carry 9mm clips (naw)

Don't wanna squeeze trigger, just wanna squeeze t*ts

(lubaluba) 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

B.E.P, 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 the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma

(Naw, naw)

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

The way your body look really make me feel naughty



But the race is not, for the swift

But who really can, take control of it

And tippa irie and the Black Eyed Peas will be there

Till infinity, till infinity, till infinity, till infinity

Tippa is out



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 end of the thing

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) [fades]


Album Lyrics: Best Of Tippa Irie Hello Darling [2005]


The Black Eyed Peas
"Best Of Tippa Irie Hello Darling [2005]"


1. Hey Mama