Testo di 'Hey Mama' di Fergie

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 blasting up the jamma

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Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you want to 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 want to party
The way your body look really make me feel 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 Old, and a bigger bit of Nu
The true niggas know that the peas come thru
We never cease, we never die no we never disease
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 knaw, who we are
Y'all knaw, we the stars
Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards
And, lookin' hot without bodygaurds
I do what I can
Y'all come through
Will.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
Get on the floor and move your booty mama
We the blast masters blasting up the jamma
So shake your bum bumma, come on now mama

Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty mama
We the blast masters blasting up the jamma

La, la, la, la, la

We the big town stumpas, and and big sound pumpas
The beat bump bumpas all in your trunk trunkas
The girl's in the club with the big plump plumpas
And when I'm making love, my hip hump humps
It never quits we need to carry 9mm clips
Don't wanna squeeze trigger, just wanna squeeze tits
Lubaluba 'cause we the show stoppas
And the chief rockas, number one chief rockas

Naw y'all knaw, who we are
y'all knaw, we the stars
Steady rocking on y'alls boulevards
How we rocking it girl, without body guards
She be, Fergie, from the crew
B.E.P, come and take heed, as we take the lead
So come on mama, dance to the drama

Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty mama
We the blast masters blasting up the jamma

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

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
Til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti
Tippa is out

Nosa dima shock, nosa dima ting
Everytime you sit there I hear, bling bling
O wata ting, hear blacka sing
Grinding, and winding
And the madda be moving in a perfect timing
And we dance and dance to the end of the thing
And we're really to nice, it finga lickin
Like rice and peas and chicken and bling

Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty mama
We the blast masters blasting up the jamma

So shake your bambama, come on now mama
Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty mama
We the blast masters blasting up the jamma