Lyrics: Hey Mama
Album: Elephunk
Artist: Black Eyed Peas
 

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)