Letra Hey Mamma de Black Eyed Peas

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Hey Mama (reggaeton remix)
by Reggaeton Hey MaMa Mix

(la la la la la)
Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast masters blastin' up the jam...
(REEEEEEEWIIIIIIND)
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing on the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
the way your body look get me really feelin' naughty.
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing on the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
the way your body look get me really feelin' naughty.
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 Ol', and a bigger bit of New
The true niggers know that the peas come through
We never cease(NOO), we never die no we never decease(NOO)
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 know, who we are
Y'all know, we the stars
Steady rockin' all on y'alls boulevards
And, lookin' hard without bodygaurds
(I do) what I can
(W)L.I.AM
"H" 'till 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 mama
(Yaw)We the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(Hey)So shake your bumbama, come on now,
Mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
(Girl to get)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 and big sound pumpas
The beat bump bumps all in your trunk trunkas
The girlies in the club got the plump lump plumpas
And when I'm makin' love, they're my hip hump humps
It never quits(NOOOO), no need to carry 9mm clips(NOOOO)
Don't wanna squize triggers, just wanna squize tits (Luba Luba)
Cause we the show stoppas
And the chief rockas, number one chief rockas

Naw y'all know, who we are
Y'all know, we the stars
Steady rockin' all on y'alls boulevard
(How we rockin' it girl) Without body guards
Now she be, Fergie, from the crew
BEP, come and take heed, as we take the lead
(So come on papa, dance to the druma)

Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
(yaw)get on the floor and move your booty, mama
(wuh)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(NAWWWW, NAWWW)
Cutie, cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing on the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
the way your body look get me really feelin' naughty.

But the race is not for the Swiss
But who can En-dure it
And Tippa Irie and the Black Eyed Peas will be thheeerre
'Till infiniti, 'till infiniti, 'till infiniti, 'till infiniti, 'till infiniti
(Blacka Out)
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(I'm coming up on you, nofa dim shock)
Nosa dima shock, nosa dima sting
Everytime you see them, i hear, "bling bling"
O wata ting, hear blacka sing
grinding, and whining
And they might not be ah movin' in ah perfect timing
They might dance and dance till they dance all redeem
And the way to be nice, if finga licking
Like rice and peas and chicken stuffing

Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
(Yeah)Get on the floor and move your booty mama
(Yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(Woah)so shake your bambama, come on now mama
(Girl to get)Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
(Girl to get)Get on the floor and move your booty mama
(Yaw)We the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(la la la la la [fade])