HEY MAMA

(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...)