Hey Mama (Mixed)

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 ting inna di city of sin, and Hey shorty, I know you wanna party The way your body look, it make me really feel naughty Cutie, cutie, make sure you move your booty Shake that ting inna di city of sin, and Hey shorty, I know you wanna party The way your body look, it 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 niggers know that the Peas come through We'll never cease (nah) We never die, no, we never decease (nah) We multiply like we mathamatise And then we drop bombs like we in the Middle East (The bomb bomba's, the base boom dramas) Now y'all know, who we are Y'all know, we the stars Steady rockin' all of y'alls boulevards And, lookin' hard without bodyguards (I do) what I can (W) ill-I-am And still I stand, with still mic in hand (So come on mama, dance to the drama) 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 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 (wow) La, la, la, la, la 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 makin' love, my hip hump humps It never quits (nah) No need to carry nine millimeter clips (nah) Don't wanna squize trigger, just wanna squeeze tits (Lover, lover) 'Cause we the show stoppers And the chief rockers, number one chief rockers 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 bodyguards She be (Fergie) from the crew (BEP) Come and 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 (Naw, naw) Cutie, cutie, make sure you move your booty Shake that ting inna di city of sin, and Hey shorty, I know you wanna party The way your body look, it make me really feel naughty But the race is not, for the swift But for who can, take control of it And Tippa Irie and the Black Eyed Peas will be there 'Til infinity, 'til infinity, 'til infinity, 'til infinity, 'til infinity Tippa is out Kcohs a med a ffun, nuff a dem a shock Nuff a dem a shock, nuff a dem a sting Every time you see dem appear bling-bling Oh what a ting, pure modeling Grinding, and winding And the madda dem a move inna perfect timing Dem a dance and dance to di dancehall riddim And di way di tune nice, it finga-licking 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 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 La, la, la, la, la