歌詞Hey Mama

black eyed peas, Tippa Irie

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最終更新日:: 2019年7月1日

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 jamma (Rewind) 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 And the way your body lookin' make me really 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 And the way your body lookin' make me really 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 New The true niggas know that the peas come through We never cease, we never die no we never disease We multiply like we mathematics And then drop bombs like we in the Middle East The bomb bombas, the base boom drummers (Now y'all know) who we are (Y'all know) we the stars Steady rockin' all of y'alls boulevards And, lookin' hard without bodygaurds (I do) what I can (I'll do you) will.i.am And still I stand, with still mic in hand So come on mama, dance to the drummer Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama Get on the floor and move your booty mama We the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma So shake your bambama, come on now mama This that shit that make you groove, mama Get on the floor and move your booty mama 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 lumpas And when I'm makin' love, then my hip hump humps It never quits (no) No need to carry nine millimeter clips (no) Don't wanna squeeze trigger, just wanna squeeze tits (Lubaluba) 'cause we the show stoppas And the chief rockas, number one chief rockas (Now y'all know) who we are (Y'all know) we the stars Steady rockin' all of y'alls boulevards How we rockin' it girl? Without body guards She be, Fergie, from the crew B.E.P, come on take heed, as we take the lead So come on papa, dance to the drummer Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama Get on the floor and move your booty mama We the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma (no, no) 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' make me really feel naughty But the race is not, for the swift But for who can endure it And Tippa Irie and the Black Eyed Peas will be there Till infinity, till infinity, till infinity, till infinity, till infinity Black it out Nuff a dem a shock, nuff a dem a sting Everytime you see them appear, bling bling Oh what a ting, pure modelling Grinding, and whining And the madda dem a move in a perfect timing Dem a dance and dance to the dancehall rhythm And the way they're too nice, it finga lickin' Like rice and peas and chicken stuffing Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama Get on the floor and move your booty mama We the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma So shake your bambama, come on now mama This that shit that make you groove, mama Get on the floor and move your booty mama We the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma La la la la la

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