Página inicial > Electronica > B > Black Eyed Peas > Hey Mama (feat. Tippa Irie)

Hey Mama (feat. Tippa Irie)

Black Eyed Peas

Elephunk


(la la la la la)
Hey mama', this that shit that make you grove mama'
Get on the floor and move ya' booty mama'
We the blast masta's blastin' up the jamma'
(Reeeewiiiiiiiiind)
Cutie cutie, make sure you move ya' booty
Shake that `ting in all the city of sin and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna' party and
The way ya' body lookin' make me really feel naughty
Cutie cutie, make sure you move ya' booty
Shake that `ting in all the city of sin and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna' party and
The way ya' 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 litta' bit a Or and a bigga' bit a Nu
The true nigga's know that the Peas come thru'
We never cease(Noooo)
We never die no we never deceace(Noooo)
We multiply like we mathmatice
'N' Then drop bombs like we in tha' middle east
(The bomb bombas, the base boom drumers)
(Now y'all know) who we are, (y'all know) we the stars
Steady rockin' all y'alls boulevards
And lookin' hard without bodygaurds
(I do)what I can, (double U) Will.I.Am
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 ya' booty mama'
(yaw) We the blast masta's blastin' up the jamma'
(hey) So shake ya' bambama', come on now mama'
Hey mama', this that shit that make you groove mama'
(hey) Get on the floor and move ya' booty mama'
(yaw) We the blast masta's blastin' up the jamma'
(wow, wow)(la la la la la)

We the big town stumpa's, and big sound pumpa's
The beat bump bump's all in your trunk trunka's
The girlies in the club got the plump lump plumpa's
And when I'm makin' love, yeah my hip hump humps
And never quits(Noooo)
No need to carry 9mm clips(Noooo)
Don't wanna' squeeze trigga' just wanna' squeeze tits
(lubaluba)`Cause we tha' show stoppa's
And the chief rocka's, number one chief rocka's
(Now y'all know) who we are, (y'all know) we the stars
Steady rockin' all a y'alls boulevards
(How we rockin' it girl?) Without bodygaurds
(She be) Fergie (from the crew) B.E.P
Come on take heed, as we take the lead
(so come on bubba', dance to the druma')

Hey mama', this that shit that make ya' groove mama'
(yaw) Get on the floor and move ya' booty mama'
(wuh) We the blast masta's blastin' up the jamma'
(Noooo, Noooo)
Cutie cutie, make sure you move ya' booty
Shake that `ting in all the city of sin and
Hey shorty I know you wanna' party
The way ya' body lookin' make me really feel naughty
But the race is not for the Swiss
But for who can hin jaaww with it
'N' Tippa Irie and the Black Eyed Peas will be thhhheeerre
Til infinity [x5] (blacka' loud)
Nosa dima shock, nosa dima ting'
Everytime you sit there, my peer Bling-Bling
O watta' `ting, hear my calling, Grinding 'n' Whining
'N' the madda they be moving at perfect timing
Yeah' my dance 'n' dance to the dance all redeem
'N' they really too nice, it finger lickin'
Like rice 'n' peas 'n' chicken stuffin'

Hey mama', this that shit that make you groove mama'
(yey) Get on the floor and move ya' booty mama'
(yaw) We the blast masta's blastin' up the jamma'
(wuw) So shake ya' bambama', come on now mama'
'this that shit that make you groove mama'
(???) Get on the floor and move ya' booty mama'
(yaw) We the blast masta's blastin' up the jamma'
(wuw)(la la la la la [fade])

Compositor: Will Adams, Anthony Henry

Encontrou algum erro na letra? Por favor, envie uma correção >

Compartilhe
esta música

Ouça estações relacionadas a Black Eyed Peas no Vagalume.FM

ÚLTIMAS

MIX DE MÚSICAS

ARTISTAS RELACIONADOS