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Song: | Hey Mama (with Tippa Irie) |
Album: | Elephunk | Genres: | Hip-Hop |
Year: | | Length: | 215 sec |
Lyrics:
(Lalala, lala)
Hey, mama, this that shit that make you move, 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 And 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 And 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 niggers know that the peas come through
We never cease (No!), we never die, no, we never decease (No!) We multiply like we mathamatice And then drop bombs like we in the middle east (The bomb bombas, the base boom dramas)
Now 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 through) L.i.m And still I stand with still mic in hand (So come on, mama, dance to the druma)
Hey, mama, this that shit 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 shit that make you groove, mama (Hey) Get on the floor and move your booty, mama (Yaw) We the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma (Lalala, lala)
We the big town stompas, 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 (No!) we need to carry 9mm clips (No!) 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 boulevards (How we rockin' it, girl?) Without body guards
She be, Fergie, from the crew BEP, come and take heed as we take the lead (So come on, bubba, dance to the druma)
Hey, mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama (Yaw) Get on the floor and move your booty, mama (Wuh) We the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma (No, no!)
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 for who can endure it And Tippa Irie and the Black Eyed Peas will be there
'Till infiniti, 'till infiniti 'Till infiniti, 'till infiniti (Black in da house)
(Nuff a dem a shock) Nuff a 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 dance hall rhythm And de wey de tune nice, it finga' lickin' Like rice and peas and chicken stuffin'
Hey, mama, this that shit 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 shit that make you groove, mama (Hey) Get on the floor and move your booty, mama (Yaw) We the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma (Yaw) (Lalala, lala)
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