Hey Mama

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