Hey Mama - The Black Eyed Peas (lyrics) [Fergie:] La la la la la la [Will.I.am:] Hey mama, this that shit that make you move, mama Get on the floor and move your booty, mama We the blast masters, blastin\u0027 up the jamma (REEEEEEEWIIIIIIND) [Tippa Irie:] 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 really make me feel naughty 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 And the way your body lookin\u0027, really make me feel naughty [Will.I.am:] I got a naughty naughty style and a naughty naughty crew But everything I do, I do just for you I\u0027m a little bit of old, and a little bit of new The true niggas know that the Peas come through We never cease (No), we never die, no we never deceased (No) We multiply like we mathematise And then drop bombs like we in the Middle East (The bomb bomba\u0027s, the base boom dramas) Now y\u0027all know, who we are Y\u0027all know, we the stars Steady rockin\u0027 on y\u0027alls boulevards And, lookin\u0027 hard without bodyguards (I do) what I can (W)ill-I-am And still I stand, with still mic in hand (So come on mama, dance to the drama) 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\u0027 up the jamma (Hey) So shake your bambama, come on now 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\u0027 up the jamma (Whoa) (La la la la la) We the big town stumpas, and big sound pumpas The beat bump bumps in your trunk trunkas The girlies in the club got the plump plump plumpas And when I\u0027m makin\u0027 love, my hip hump humps It never quits (No), we need to carry nine millimeter clips (No) Don\u0027t wanna squeeze trigger, just wanna squeeze tits (Lova, lova) \u0027cause we the show stoppas And the chief rockas, number one chief rockas [Will.I.am & Fergie:] Now y\u0027all know (Who we are) Y\u0027all know (We the stars) (Steady rockin\u0027 on y\u0027alls boulevard) How we rockin\u0027 it girl (Without bodyguards) She be (Fergie) From the crew (BEP) (Come and take heed, as we take the lead) (So come on bubba, dance to the drummer) [Will.I.am:] 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\u0027 up the jamma (Naw, nawy) [Tippa Irie:] 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 really make me feel naughty [Tippa Irie (will.I.am):] But the race is not, for the swift But who really can, take control of it And Tippa Irie and the Black Eyed Peas Will be there (\u0027Til infinity, \u0027til infinity, \u0027til infinity, \u0027til infinity, \u0027til infinity, \u0027til infinity) Tippa is out [Tippa Irie:] Kcohs a med a ffun, nuff a dem a shock Nuff a dem a shock, nuff a dem a sting Every time you see dem appear bling bling Oh what a ting! Pure modeling Grinding, and winding And the madda dem a move inna perfect timing Dem a dance and dance to di dancehall riddim And di way di tune nice, it finga-licking Like rice and peas and chicken stuffing [Will.I.am:] 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\u0027 up the jamma (Hey) So shake your bambama, come on now 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\u0027 up the jamma (Whoa) (La la la la la)