Hey mama

Hey mama - Unknown Artists

Hey mama this that s**t

That make you groove mama

Get on the floor

And move your booty mama

We the blast masters

Blasting up the jamma

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 really feel naunughty

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 really feel naunughty

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 Nu

The true niggers know

That the peas come true

We never cease

We never die no we never decease

We multiply like we mathamatice

Then we drop bombs

Like we in the middle east

The bomb bombas

The base move dramas

Who we are

We the stars

Steady rocking on you alls boulevards

And looking hard without bodygaurds

What I can

Will I am

And still I stand

With still mic in hand

Hey mama this that s**t

That make you groove mama

Get on the floor

And move your booty mama

We the blast masters

Blasting up the jamma

So shake your bambama

Come on now mama

This that s**t

That make you groove mama

Get on the floor

And move your booty mama

We the blast mastas

Blasting up the jamma

We the big town stumpas

And big sound pumpas

The beat bump bumps

In your trunk trunkas

The girlies in the club

With the big plump plumpas

And when I'm making love

My hip hump humps

It never quits

We need to carry 9mm clips

Don't wanna squize trigger

Just wanna squize tits

Lubaluba

Cause we the show stoppas

And the chief rockas

Number one chief rockas

Who we are

We the stars

Steady rocking on you alls boulevards

Unrocking her

Without body guards

She be

From the crew

B E P

Come and take heed

As we take the lead

Hey mama this that s**t

That make you groove mama

Get on the floor

And move your booty mama

We the blast masters

Blasting up the jamma

So come on papa

Dance to the drama

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 really feel naunughty

But the race is not

For the swift

But who really can

Control of it

And tippa irie

And the black eyed peas will be terer

Till infinity till infinity till infinity

Till infinity till infinity till infinity

Til infinity

Tippa is on nunut

Nosa dima shock

Nosa dima thing

Everytime you sit there I hear

Bling bling

Oh what the thing

Hear black sing

Grinding and winding

And the mother be moving

In a perfect timing

And we dance and dance

To the dance hall riddim

And we're really to nice

It's finger licking

Like rice and peas

And chicken stuffing

Hey mama this that s**t

That make you groove mama

Get on the floor

And move your booty mama

We the blast mastas

Blasting up the jamma

So shake your bambama

Come on now mama

This that s**t

That make you groove mama

Get on the floor

And move your booty mama

We the blast mastas

Blasting up the jamma