Текст песни Black Eyed Peas - Hey Mama
Black Eyed Peas - Hey Mama слова песни
I got a naught 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 thru
We never cease (Noo), we never die, no we never disease
We multiply like we mathamatice
Then we drop bombs like we in the middle east
(The bomb bombas, the base move dramas)
Naw, y`all knaw, who we are
y`all know, we the stars
Steady rockin` on y`alls boulevards
And lookin` hot without bodygaurds
(I do) what I can
(Y`all come thru) 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 your booty mam
(yaw) we the blast mastas blastin` up the jamma
(hey) so shake you bambama, come on now mama
Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
(hey) get on the floor and move your booty mama
(yaw) we the blast mastas blastin` up the jamma
(la la la la la)
We the big town stumpas, and big sound pumpas
The beat bump bumpas in you trunk trunkas
The girlies in the club with the big plum plumpas
And when I`m makin` love, my hip hump humps
It never quits (Noo) we need to carry 9mm clips
Don`t wanna squeze trigger, just wanna squeze t*ts
cause we the show stoppas
And the chief rockas, number one chief rackas
Naw y`all who we are
y`all knaw, we the stars
Steady rockin` on y`alls boulevards
How we rockin` it gurkm without bodyguards
Now she be, fergiem from the crew
BEP, come and take heed, as we take the lead
(so come on bubba, dance to the druma)
Hey mama, this that shit that make you move, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty mama
We the blast masters blastin` up the jamma
(Nawwwww, Nawwww)
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 relli make me feel nauuughty
But the race is not, for the swiss
But who really can, take control of it
And tippa irie and the black eyed peas will be thhhheeerrre
til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti
Tippa is ouuuuuut
Hey mama, this that shit 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
Hey mama, this that shit that make you move, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty mama
We the blast masters blastin` up the jamma
(la la la la la)