Hey Mama Lyrics

Get on the floor and move your booty mama (yo) Hey mama, this that s**t to make you move mama(yea (Chorus:) like rice and peas and chicken stuffing and the way true nice, it finga alikin and my dance and dance to the dance hall we be and the madda be moving in a perfect timing grinding, and winding O wata ting, peerbackaling Everytime you see dem up here, bling bling Nosa dima shock, nosa dima ting Blackadooowwwwwwwwwww Till infinity, till infinity, till infinity, till infinity, till infinity And tippa irie and the black eyed peas will be therrrrrre But for who can hinch over it But the race is not for the swiss (Verse:) And the way your body looks it makes me really feel naughty Hey shorty I know you wanna party This got beat to make you move mama Come on now mama So shake ya bum bumma We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma (wha) And shake that thing in the city of sin and Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty Noooooo, Noooooo We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma Get on the floor and move your booty mama (wha) Hey mama,thsi got beat to make you move(yo) (Chorus:) So come on pappa, dance to the drumma Come and take heed as we take the lead From the crew...BEP She be...Fergie Without body guards How we rockin' it girl? Steady rockin' all of ya'll's boulevard Ya'll know, we the stars Now ya'll know, who we are Numba one cheif rocka's Cause we the show stoppers and the cheif rocka's (Luva Luva) Just wanna squeeze t*ts Don't wanna squeeze triggers Don't need to carry 9MM clips (noooo) Yea my hip hump humps, it never quits (nooo) And when I'm making love The girlies in the club got the plump lump lumpa's The beat bump bumps all in the trunk trunka's We the big town stompa's and big sound pumpa's (Verse:) La La La La La We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma (whoa) Get on the floor and move your booty mama (yo) Come on now mama, this got beat to make you move mama (hey) So shake your bum mama(hey hey hey hey) We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma (hey) Get on the floor and move your booty mama (yo) Hey mama, this got beat to make you move mama (hey) (Chorus:)] Dance to the drumma So come on mama With still mic in hand H, still I stand W.ill.i.am I do, what I can And lookin' hard without body guards Steady rockin' all of ya'll's boulevard Ya'll know, we the stars Now ya'll know, who we are (The bomb bombas, the base boom drumma's) And then drop bombs like we in the middle east We multiply like we mathmatice We never die no we never discease (noooo) And never cease (nooooo) The true n*gga's know that the peas come through I'm a little bit of old, and a bigger bit a new But everything I do, I do just for you I got a naughty style and a naughty crew (Verse:) (x's 2) And the way your body looks it makes me really feel naughty Hey shorty I know you wanna party And shake that thing in the city of sin and Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty Reeeeeeeeewiiiiiiiiind We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma Get on the floor and move your booty mama Hey mama, this got beat to make you move mama La La La La La La La La Laaaa..... We the blast masta's blastin' up the jamma (what) Get on the floor and move ya booty mama (yo)