Hey Mama (making of) Songtext
von Black Eyed Peas
Hey Mama (making of) Songtext
La la la la la
Hey mama, this that shit 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 want to party
And the way your body lookin' make me really 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 want to party
And the way your body lookin′ make me really 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 niggas know that the peas come through
We never cease, we never die no we never disease
We multiply like we mathematics
And then drop bombs like we in the Middle East
The bomb bombas, the base boom drummers
(Now y'all know) who we are
(Y′all know) we the stars
Steady rockin′ all of y'alls boulevards
And, lookin′ hard without bodygaurds
(I do) what I can
(I'll do you) will.i.am
And still I stand, with still mic in hand
So come on mama, dance to the drummer
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
La la la la la
We the big town stumpas, and and big sound pumpas
The beat bump bumps all in your trunk trunkas
The girlies in the club got the plump lump lumpas
And when I′m makin' love, then my hip hump humps
It never quits (no)
No need to carry nine millimeter 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′ all of y'alls boulevards
How we rockin′ it girl? Without body guards
She be, Fergie, from the crew
B.E.P, come on take heed, as we take the lead
So come on papa, dance to the drummer
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 (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
And the way your body lookin′ make me really 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 infinity, till infinity, till infinity, till infinity, till infinity
Black it out
Nuff a dem a shock, nuff a dem a sting
Everytime you see them appear, bling bling
Oh what a ting, pure modelling
Grinding, and whining
And the madda dem a move in a perfect timing
Dem a dance and dance to the dancehall rhythm
And the way they're too nice, it finga lickin'
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
La la la la la
Hey mama, this that shit 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 want to party
And the way your body lookin' make me really 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 want to party
And the way your body lookin′ make me really 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 niggas know that the peas come through
We never cease, we never die no we never disease
We multiply like we mathematics
And then drop bombs like we in the Middle East
The bomb bombas, the base boom drummers
(Now y'all know) who we are
(Y′all know) we the stars
Steady rockin′ all of y'alls boulevards
And, lookin′ hard without bodygaurds
(I do) what I can
(I'll do you) will.i.am
And still I stand, with still mic in hand
So come on mama, dance to the drummer
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
La la la la la
We the big town stumpas, and and big sound pumpas
The beat bump bumps all in your trunk trunkas
The girlies in the club got the plump lump lumpas
And when I′m makin' love, then my hip hump humps
It never quits (no)
No need to carry nine millimeter 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′ all of y'alls boulevards
How we rockin′ it girl? Without body guards
She be, Fergie, from the crew
B.E.P, come on take heed, as we take the lead
So come on papa, dance to the drummer
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 (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
And the way your body lookin′ make me really 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 infinity, till infinity, till infinity, till infinity, till infinity
Black it out
Nuff a dem a shock, nuff a dem a sting
Everytime you see them appear, bling bling
Oh what a ting, pure modelling
Grinding, and whining
And the madda dem a move in a perfect timing
Dem a dance and dance to the dancehall rhythm
And the way they're too nice, it finga lickin'
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
La la la la la
Writer(s): Will Adams, Anthony Henry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
