Hey Mama (Jimmy Remix) - Black Eyed Peas

Lyrics by：William Adams/Anthony Henry

Composed by：William Adams/Anthony Henry

Produced by：will.i.am

La la la la la

Hey mama this that big

That make you groove mama

Get on the floor and move your booty mama

We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma

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Hey mama this that big

That make you groove mama

Get on the floor and move your booty mama

We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma

Let shake your boom bama

Come on now mama this that big

That make you groove mama

Get on the floor and move your booty mama

We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma

Wow wow wow

La la la la la

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 really feel naughty

Cutie cutie make sure you move your booty

Shake that thing like we in the city of sin and

Sin and

No faking

I know you see me shaking

And the way I breaking down

I got the whole earth quking

Hey mama this that big

That make you groove mama

Get on the floor and move your booty mama

We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma

But the

Shake your bum bama

Come on now mama

This that big

That make you groove mama

Get on the floor and move your booty mama

We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma

Wow wow wow

La la la la la

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 know

That the peas come thru

We never cease nah

We never die no we never decease

Nah

We multiply like we mathamatice

Never never

Then we drop bombs like we in the middle east

The bomb bombas

The base move dramas

Hey mama this that big

That make you groove mama

Get on the floor and move your booty mama

We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma

Let you shake your bum bama

Come on now mama this that big

That make you groove mama

Get on the floor and move your booty mama

We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma

Nah nah nah

We the big thounds stopers

And big sound poppers

The big bong box

So link get trong trokers

The girls in the club

Get the pump lop loppers

I wanna make a love

Then my hip hop hopes

I never quite

Cutie cutie make sure you move your booty

Shake that thing like we in the city of sin and

No faking

I know you see me shaking

And the way you breaking down

And got the whole earth qucking

Up the rikta

Up the rikta

Up the rikta

Up the rikta

Up the rikta

Up the rikta

Up the rikta

Up the rikta

Up the rikta

Up the rikta

Up the rikta

Up the rikta

Stady are you ready

Hey mama this that big

That make you groove mama

Hey get on the floor

And move your booty mama

Yaw we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma

Just shake your bum bama

Come on now mama

Hey mama this that big

That make you groove mama

Get on the floor and move your booty mama

Yew we the blast masters blastin' up the jamma

Wow wow wow

La la la la la

Hey mama this that big

That make you groove mama

Get on the floor and move your booty mama

We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma

Just shake your bum bama

Come on now mama

Hey mama this that big

That make you groove mama

Get on the floor and move your booty mama

We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma