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The Black Eyed Peas( Black Eyed Peas )
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Hey Mama (Remix)
BLACK EYED PEAS (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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com (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)
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