
Hey Mama
(oooooooh)(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 drumma(REEEEEEEWIIIIIIND)
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like the city of Sinon, andHey shorty,
I know you wanna partyand the way your body lookin make me really feel nauuughty
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like the city of Sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
and the way your body lookin make me really feel nauuughty
I got a naughty naughty style and a naughty naughty crew
But everything I do, I do just for youIm a little bit of old, and a bigger bit of new
The true niggers know that the peas come thru
We never cease(Naaaw), we never die no we never decease (Naaaw)
We multiply like we mathematice
And then drop bombs like we in the middle east
(The bomb bombas, the base boom drummas)
Now y'all know, who we arey'all know, we the stars
Steady rockin' all of y'alls boulevards
And, lookin' hard without bodyguards(I do) what I can(Follow you)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(hey)
get on the floor and move your booty mama(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the drumma(hey)so shake your bumbuma, come on now mama
this that shit that make you groove, mama(gotta)
get on the floor and move your booty mama(yaw)
we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma(wo)(la la la la la)
We the big town stompas, and big sound pumpas
The beat bump bumps all in your trunk trunkas
The girlies in the club got the plump plump plumpas
And when I'm makin' love, ya my hip hump humps
It never quits(Naaaaw) no need to carry 9mm clips(Naaaw)
Dont wanna squeeze trigger, just wanna squeeze tits(lubaluba)
cause we the show stoppas
And the chief rockas, number one chief rockas
Now y'all knaw, who we arey'all knaw, we the stars
Steady rockin' all of y'alls boulevards
How we rockin' it girl, without body guardsshe be,
Fergie, from the coolB.E.P., come and take heed, as we take the lead(so come on papa, dance to the drumma)
Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama(yaw)get on the floor and move your booty mama(wo)
we the blast mastas blastin' up the drumma(Naaaw, Naaaw)
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like the city of Sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna partyand the way your body lookin make me really feel nauuughty
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 thhhheeerretil
infinity, til infinity, til infinity, til infinity, til infinity
Tippa is onuunuut
Nosa dima shock, nosa dima tingeverytime you see them i hear, bling bling
O waka ting, pure mockalinggrinding, and windingand the madda be moving in a perfect timingand we dance and dance to the dancehall rythymand we're really to nice, it finga lickin'like rice and peas and chicken stuffingHey 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 drumma(wo)so shake your bambama, come on now mamathis that shit that make you groove, mama(gotta)get on the floor and move your booty mama(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the drumma(la la la la la [fade])
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KUMAGCOW'S BLOGROLL AND FRIENDS!

Hey Mama... I'd like to spend this day with you but yer not in Manila ryt now... You have unfinished work in Southern Luzon (Bicol) for the Palarong Pambansa so it's not much of a choice for me to go out later... We'll try our best to keep you happy...Remotely I guess... Try to greet you later if ever your trip back home would be pushing through... We have been eating take out for a few days already and I miss my Mom so bad... What if in the near future my Mom's plan to migrate to Canada pushes through?!! I'd probably end up starving and so will my dad... I know how to cook but I am too lazy to do it. I also would have no time for it also. My work is pretty much getting congested, if I would have no time to go to gym or cook I'd probably get a permanent maid so she can do chores. I hope it won't be too hard for both of us if my Mom leaves again. :( But I'm happy she plans to still go home later by
hook or by crook. :)




























