"Hey Mama" Performed by The Black Eyed Peas Written by Will i Am (as Will Adams) and Anthony Henry aka "Tippa Irie"
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Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama Get on the floor and move your booty mama We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma (REEEEEEEWIIIIIIND)
Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama Get on the floor and move your booty mama We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma So shake your bambama
Come on now, mama This that beat that make you groove, mama Get on the floor and move your booty mama We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma
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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 realli make me feel naughty
Cutie, cutie, make sure you move your booty Shake that thing like we in 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'
Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama Get on the floor and move your booty mama We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma So shake your bambama
Come on now, mama This that beat that make you groove, mama Get on the floor and move your booty mama We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma
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I got a naughty naughty style and a naughty naughty crew But everything I do, I do just for you Im a little bit of Or, and a bigger bit of Nu The true n*ggers know that the peas come thru We never cease(NOO), we never die no we never disease(NOO) We multiply like we mathamatice Then we drop bombs like we in the middle east (The bomb bombas, the base move dramas)
Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama Get on the floor and move your booty mama We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma So shake your bambama
Come on now, mama This that beat that make you groove, mama Get on the floor and move your booty mama We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma (NAWWWW, NAWWW)
We the big town stumpas, and and big sound pumpas The beat bump bumpas in your trunk trunkas The girlies in the club with the big plump plumpas And when I'm makin' love, my hip hump humps
Cutie, cutie, make sure you move your booty Shake that thing like we in 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 masters blastin' up the jamma So shake your bambama
Come on now, mama This that beat that make you groove, mama Get on the floor and move your booty mama We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma
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Hey mama (cutie cutie), this that beat that make you groove, mama Get on the floor and move your booty mama (cutie cutie) We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma So shake your bambama, come on now, mama
