HEY MAMA
この曲の歌詞
(Lalalalala)
Hey mama,
dis dat shit dat
make you groove Mama,
get on the floor and
move your booty Mama
we da blast
master... Rewind
Cutie cutie, make sure
you move your booty
Shake that thing in the
city of sin Hey shorty,
I know you want to party
It the way your body
lookin at me Make me
really fell naughty
Cutie cutie, make sure
you move your booty
Shake that thing in the
city of sin Hey shorty,
I know you want to party
It the way your body
looking at me Make me
really feel naughty
(I got a natty natty style)
And a natty natty crew
But everything I do
I do just for you
I'm a little bit of all And
a bigga bit of...(?) The
true niggas know That
the peas come through
Never cease, no,
never die, no
We never decease, no
We multiply, like
we mathematic And then
drop bombs Like we
in the middle east
The bomb bombers The
bass boom drummers Now
y'all know who we are
Y'all know we da stars
Steady rockin
all y'all blvds.
And we looking hard
with out body guards
I do what I can
I'll do you, will I am
Its still, I stand with
Still mike in hand
So c'mon mama
dance to the drummer
Hey mama dis dat shit
that make you groove
Mama get on the floor and
move your booty Mama
you da blast master
Bassin out the drummer
So shake your bomb
bomber C'mon now mama
Dis dat shit dat
make you groove Mama,
get on the floor and
move your booty Mama,
you da blast master
Bassin out the drummer
(Lalalalala)
(We the big
town stoppers)
The big sound pumpers
The beat bump bumps all
in your trunk trunkers
The girlies in the club
got the plump plumpers
And when I'm makin love
then my hip hump humps
It never quits no It
needs to carry 9mm clips
Don't want to squeeze
trigga Just want to
squeeze tits
(lova lova)
Cause that sure
don't stop us
And the chief rockers
The #1 chief rockers
Now y'all know
who we are
And y'all know
we da stars
Steady rockin
all y'all blvds.
How we rockin it girl?
Without body guards
She be fergie
From the cool bep
C'mon take heed
as we take the lead
So c'mon papa
dance to da drumma
Hey mama dis dat shit
that make you groove
Mama get on the floor and
move your booty Mama
you da blast master
Bassin out the drummer
Cutie cutie, make sure
you move your booty
Shake that thing in the
city of sin Hey shorty,
I know you want to party
It the way your body
lookin at me Make me
really feel naughty
But the race is
not for the swift
But for who can
endure it I tip a...(?)
And the black eyed peas
will be there Till infinity,
till infinity, till infinity,
till infinity, till infinity
No, found in my shock(?)
Enough said on dis ting
Every time you see
dem, I hear bling bling
Oh what a ting
Pure margarine Cryin,
whining...(?) And da mama
dat movin a perfect hynie
Get my dance on dance
the dance hall rhythm
And it really
truly nice if(?)
Like rice and peas
and chicken stuffing
Hey mama,
this that shit that
make you groove, Mama
get on the floor and
move your booty mama
We the blast mastas
blastin' up the jamma
So shake your bambama,
come on now mama
This that shit that
make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and
move your booty mama
We the blast mastas
blastin' up the jamma
(Lalalalala...)
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