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Soundtrack: Laguna Beach Title: Hey Mama (Black Eyed Peas) (La la la la la) Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama Get on the floor and move your booty moma We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma (REEEEEEEWIIIIIIND) 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 realli make me really feel naunughty 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 realli make me really feel naunughty 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 niggers know that the peas come thru We never cease (NOO), we never die no we never decease (NOO) 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' hard without bodygaurds (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) 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 jamma (Hey) so shake your bambama, come on now mama 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 jamma (La la la la la) We the big town stumpas, and big sound pumpas The beat bump bumps in your trunk trunkas The girlies in the club with the big plump plumpas And when I'm makin' love, my hip hump humps It never quits (NOOOO) we need to carry 9mm clips (NOOOO) Don't wanna squize trigger, just wanna squize t*ts (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 rockin' on y'alls boulevards How we rockin' it girl, without body guards 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) Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama (Yaw) get on the floor and move your booty mama (Wuh) we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma (NAWWWW, NAWWW) Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and no fakin I know you see me shakin' and the way I break it down I got the whole world quakin Off the Richter, off the Richter, off the Richter, off the Richter, off the Richter, off the Richter steady are you ready. Hey shorty, I know you wanna party the way your body look realli make me really feel naunughty 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 thhhheeerre til infinity, til infinity, til infinity, til infinity, til infinity Tippa is onuunuut 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 dancehall riddim and we're really to nice, it finga lickin' like rice and peas and chicken stuffing 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 jamma (Hey) so shake your bambama, come on now mama 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 jamma (La la la la la [fade]) Back to the Laguna Beach Soundtrack |