Black Eyed Peas Hey Mama Lyrics

Hey Mama lyrics
Songwriters: Henry, Anthony; Adams, William;

Breathe it mama, ooh, ooo, ohh
La la la la la

Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast mastas blastin' out the ja, rewind

Cutie, cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing in all the city of sin
An' hey shorty, I know you wanna party
And the way your body look
You make me really feel naughty

Cutie, cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing in all the city of sin
An' hey shorty, I know you wanna party
And the way your body look
You 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 people know that the Peas come through

We never cease, we never die, no, we never decease
We multiply like we mathematics
And then drop bombs 'cuz we shake it to the beat
The bomb bombas, the bass boom drummas

(Now ya'll know)
Who we are
(Ya'll know)
We da stars
Steady rockin' all ya'lls boulevards
And lookin' hard without body guards

(I do)
What I can
Apl do
(W)
WILL.I.AM
And still I stand, with still mic in hand
So come on mama, dance to the drumma

Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast mastas blastin' out the drumma
So shake ya bum bumma

C'mon now, mama
(Hey)
This that beat that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast mastas blastin' out the drumma
(Wha?)
La la la la la

We the big town stompas 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
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It never quits, nah
I don't discriminate I plz chicks, nah
Asian, Caucasian, black, I squeeze
(Uuh)
Lover lover 'cuz we da, showstoppers
And uh, chief rockers, numba one chief rockers

(Now ya'll know)
Who we are
(Ya'll know)
We da stars
Steady rockin' all ya'lls boulevards
(How we rockin' it girl?)
Without body guards

(She be)
Fergie
(From the crew)
BEP
Come on take heat az we take the lead
So come on papa, hey, dance to the drama

Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast mastas blastin' out the drumma
So shake ya bum bumma

C'mon now, mama
This that beat that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast mastas blastin' out the drumma, no, no

Cutie, cutie, make sure your move your booty
Shake that ting in all the city of sin
An' hey shorty, I know you wanna party
And the way your body look, you make me really feel naughty

Cutie, cutie, make sure your move your booty
Shake that ting in all the city of sin
And no fakin', I know you see me shakin'
And the way I break it down I got the whole earth quakin'

Off the richter, off the richter
Off the richter, off the richter
Off the richter, off the richter
Steady, are you ready?

Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast mastas blastin' out the drumma
So shake ya bum bumma

C'mon now, mama
This that beat that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast mastas blastin' out the drumma, what?
La la la la la

Cutie, cutie
Hey shorty
Cutie, cutie
Hey shorty


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these lyrics are last corrected by ashlie wise barvette soon