Hey Mama - Black Eyed Peas
Testo Brano Canzone tradotto Hey Mama di Black Eyed Peas
(Chorus A)Hey mama, this...
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Hey Mama
Black Eyed Peas
(Chorus A)
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
(Chorus B x2)
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
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 Or, and a bigger bit of Nu
The true niggers know that the Peas come thru
We never cease, we never die no we never decease
We multiply like we mathematic
Then we drop bombs like we in the Middle East
The bomb bombas, the base move dramas
Now y'all know, who we are
Y'all know, we the stars
Steady rocking on y'all's boulevards
And, looking hard without bodyguards
I do what I can
Y'all come thru Will.i.am
And still I stand, with still mic in hand
So come on mama, dance to the drama
(Chorus A)
So shake your bambama, come on now mama
(Chorus A)
We the big town stumpas, and and big sound pumpas
The beat bump bumpas in your trunk trunkas
The girlies 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 nine mm clips
Don't wanna squeeze trigger, just wanna squeeze tits
'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 rocking on y'all's boulevards
How we rocking it girl, without bodyguards
Now she be, Fergie, from the crew
B.E.P., come and take heed, as we take the lead
So come on papa, dance to the drama
(Chorus A)
Now, now
(Chorus B)
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 infinity, 'til infinity, 'til infinity, 'til infinity
Tippa is out
Nosa dima shock, nosa dima thing
Everytime you sit there I hear, "bling bling"
O what a thing, hear blackas sing
Grinding, and winding
And the madda be moving in a perfect timing
And we dance and dance to the dancehall ridding
And we're really too nice, it finga licking
Like rice and peas and chicken stuffing
(Chorus A)
So shake your bambama, come on now mama
(Chorus A)
