BLACK EYED PEAS Hey Mama (Remix) lyrics

(La, la, la, la, la)

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
(Rewind)

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
(La, la, la, la, la)

Tootie 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
And the way your body look make me really feelin' naughty

Tootie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
No faking, 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 move, 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
(La, la, la, la, la)

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 or and a bigger bit of Nu
The true niggers know that the peas come through

We never cease, we never die no we never disease
(No, no)
We multiply like we
(Mathmatice?)
Then we drop bombs like we in the Middle East
(The bomb bombas, the base boom, dramas or drumas)


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
(No, no)

We the big town stumpas and big sound pumpas
The beat bump bumps only in your trunk trunkas
The girlies in the club got the plump, plump plumpas
And when I'm making love, then my hip pop popas

Tootie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
No faking, 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
(La, la, la, la, la)

Hey mama, this that beat that make you move, mama
(Tootie cutie)
Get on the floor and move your booty mama
(Tootie cutie)

We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma
So shake your bambama, come on now, mama
(Tootie cutie)