Apuva, kenenkäs biisi on Mama joka soi bb.ssä Minnalle?

She used to be my only enemy and never let me free,

Catching me in places that I know I shouldn' t be,

Every other day I crossed the line,

I didn' t mean to be so bad,

I never thought you would

become the friend I never had.



Back then I didn' t know why,

why you were misunderstood,

So now I see through your eyes,

all that you did was love,

Mama I love you, Mama I care,

Mama I love you, Mama my friend,

You' re My friend.



I didn' t want to hear it then but

I' m not ashamed to say it now,

Every little thing you

said and did was right for me,

I had a lot of time to think about,

about the way I used to be,

Never had a sense of my responsibility.



Back then I didn' t know why,

why you were misunderstood,

So now I see through your eyes,

all that you did was love,

Mama I love you, Mama I care,

Mama I love you, Mama my friend,

You' re My friend.



But now I' m sure I know why,

why you were misunderstood,

So now I see through your eyes,

all all I can give you is love,

Mama I love you, Mama I care,

Mama I love you, Mama my friend,

You' re My friend.



Mama I love you, Mama I care,

Mama I love you, Mama my friend,

You' re my friend.

Vierailija:

Siinä tanssikisassa siis, kiitos..

numero kaksi

ja Tuo Spice Girlsin Mama tuli Minnan parhaissa paloissa.

(La la la la la)

Hey Mama, this that sh*t 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 wanna party

The way your body look really make me 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 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 old, and a bigger bit of new

The true n*ggers know that The Peas come through

We never cease (naw), we never die, no we never disease (naw)

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 know who we are

Y' all know we the stars

Steady rockin' on y' alls boulevards

And lookin' hot without bodyguards

(I do) what I can

(Y' all come through) Will.I.Am

And still I stand, with still mic in hand

(So come on Mama, dance to the druma)



Hey Mama, this that sh*t 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 bum bumma, come on now, Mama

Hey Mama, this that sh*t 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 and big sound pumpas

The beat bump bumpas, all 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 (naw), we need to carry 9mm clips (naw)

Don' t wanna squeeze trigger, just wanna squeeze t*ts

(lubaluba) cause we the show stoppas

And the chief rockas, number one chief rockas

Naw, y' all know who we are

Y' all know we the stars

Steady rockin' on y' alls boulevards

How we rockin' it girl, without bodyguards

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 druma)



Hey Mama, this that sh*t that make you groove, Mama

(Yaw) get on the floor and move your booty, Mama

(Wuh) we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma

(Naw, naw)

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



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

Till infinity, till infinity, till infinity, till infinity

Tippa is out



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 end of the thing

And we' re really to nice, it finga akin

Like rice and peas and chicken and bling



Hey Mama, this that sh*t 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 sh*t 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) [fades]