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Video Karaoke Liedje Hey Mama - Black Eyed Peas

Deze opname is een cover van Hey Mama beroemd gemaakt door Black Eyed Peas

Inbegrepen indelingen:

CDG (MP3+G)
MP4
KFN
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Het bestandsformaat CDG (ook wel genoemd CD+G or MP3+G) is geschikt voor de meeste karaokemachines. Het bevat een MP3-bestand plus de gesynchroniseerde tekst (Karaoke Versie verkoopt geen cd's, maar uitsluitend de digitale bestanden).

Het is mogelijk om zomaar MP4 bestanden op MAC OS X en Windows7 bij default af te spelen.
Als u Windows XP of Vista gebruikt, moet u gebruik maken van Windows Media Player 12.

Dit bestandsformaat is geschikt voor KaraFun Windows Player, gratis karaokesoftware. Daarmee kune je de achtergrondzang of de hoofdzang aan of uit zetten of de toonhoogte of het tempo bepalen.

Je aankoop maakt het mogelijk de video in alle formaten te downloaden zo vaak je wilt.

Over

Met achtergrondkoor (met of zonder achtergrondzang in de KFN-versie)

Heeft hetzelfde tempo als het originele: 100 BPM

Op dezelfde toonhoogte als het origineel: Em

De song begint a capella

Tijdsduur: 03:37 - Preview aan: 00:59

EXPLICIETE TEKSTEN

Release datum: 2004
Genres: R&B, Engels
Originele schrijver: Will.i.am, Anthony Henry, Irie Tippa

Alle beschikbare bestanden voor download zijn backing tracks, het is niet de originele muziek.

Lyrics Hey Mama

Lah lah lah lah lah
Hey mama, this that shit that make you move mama
Get on the floor and move your booty mama
We the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
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
In the way your body look it make me really 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
In the way your body look it make me really 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 Nu
The true niggas know that the Peas come thru
We never cease we never die no
We never decease we multiply like we mathamatice
And then drop bombs like we in the middle east
Naw y'all know, who we are
Who we are we the stars y'all knaw, we the stars
Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards
And lookin' hard without bodyguards
I do what I can
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
Get on the floor and move your booty mama
We the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
So shake your bambama come on now mama
This that shit that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty mama
We the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
Lah lah lah lah lah
We the big town stumpas 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 makin' love yeah my hip hump humps
It never quits no need to carry nine millimeter clips
Don't wanna squize trigger just wanna squize tits
'Cos we the show stoppas and the chief rockas number one chief rockas
Naw y'all knaw, who we are
Who we are y'all knaw, we the stars we the stars
Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards
How we rockin' it girl
Without body guards she be, from the crew
Fergie, 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
Get on the floor and move your booty mama
We the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
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
In the way your body look it make me really feel naughty
Oh but the race is not for the swift
Oh but who can take control of it
And tippa irie and the Black
Eyed Peas will be there
'Till infinity, 'till infinity 'till infinity, 'till infinity 'till infinity - - -
Nosa dima shock nosa dima sing
Everytime you see them
I hear, bling bling
O wata ting, hear blacka blink 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
Get on the floor and move your booty mama
We the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
So shake your bambama come on now mama
This that shit that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty mama
We the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
Lah lah lah lah lah

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