Will.I.Am - Hey Mama lyrics

(la la la la la) Hey mama, this that sh** that make you move, mama Get on the floor and move your booty moma We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma (REEEEEEEWIIIIIIND) 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 realli make me feel nauuughty 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 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 Or, and a bigger bit of Nu The true n******gs know that the peas come through We never cease (NOO), we never die no we never disease (NOO) We multiply like we math-matic And then 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 bodyguards (I do) what I can (W) ill.i.am And still I stand, with still mic in hand (So come on mama, dance to the druma) [Chorus] Hey mama, this that sh** 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** 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) [Verse 2: will.i.am {Fergie}] We the big town stumpas, and and big sound pumpas The beat bump bumpas 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 (NOOOO) we need to carry 9mm clips (NOOOO) Don't wanna squeeze trigger, just wanna squeeze tits (lubaluba) 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 boulevard} 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 drum-a} Hey mama, this that sh** that make you groove, mama (yaw)get on the floor and move your booty mama (wuh)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma (NAWWWW, NAWWW) 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 nauuughty 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 thhhheeerre Til infinity, til infinity, til infinity, til infinity Tippa is ouuuuuut Nuff a dem a shock, nuff a dem a sting Every time you see dem appear bling bling Oh what a ting! Pure modeling Grinding, and winding And the madda dem a move inna perfect timing Dem a dance and dance to di dancehall riddim And di way di tune nice, it finga-licking Like rice and peas and chicken stuffing Hey mama, this that sh** 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** 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)