Audio Idols - Mama Do the Hump paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Mama Do the Hump - Audio Idols




Mama, won't you please let me do the hop hop?
Mama, won't you please let me do the hop hop?
Mama, won't you please let me do the hop hop?
Mama, won't you please let me do the hop hop?
Yo, comin' in with the sound fresher than cut grass
Fun stuff, second that we enter if you must ask
Rush past, have you forgotten you're mine?
Or the drivers all up in your face like "Can I see your bus pass?"
Nah, we just wanna lick a rhyme, bruv
Call me what you want but you should not call it a night, love
And I might just join the mile high club
Only problem being that I couldn't give a flying fuck
Yeah, let me touch that down
Wrap around the bum until it comes back round
Half the rooms like "Oi, what's this all about?"
With the other half jiving, I love that sound
Yeah, yeah, I love that sound
Yeah, yeah, I love that sound
So flick your fag butts at once
On a mad one like yeah, your mama can hump
Mama, do the hop, mama, do the hop hop
Mama, won't you please let me do the hop hop?
Mama, do the hop, mama, do the hop hop
Mama, won't you please let me do the hop hop?
Mama, do the hop, mama, do the hop hop
Mama, won't you please let me do the hop hop?
Mama, do the hop, mama, do the hop hop
Mama, won't you please let me do the hop hop?
Yo, it's been a long week
How I've got this much energy is beyond me
I just want all of these girls to be on me
And maybe even one of them could be Beyonce
We ain't gonna pack our rap noise in
All of that cheesy stuff, clap clap sing
And we're gonna burn some calories
Right here, right now
It ain't over till the fat boy slims, mama
Mama, do the hop, mama, do the hop hop
Mama, won't you please let me do the hop hop?
Mama, do the hop, mama, do the hop hop
Mama, won't you please let me do the hop hop?
Yeah, knock a rum back down
Watch the little jiggy as the drum track pounds
Half the room are just making their own crowd
With the other half jiving, I love that sound
Yeah, yeah, I love that sound
Yeah, yeah, I love that sound
So flick your fag butts at once
On a mad one like yeah, your mama can hump
Mama, do the hop, mama, do the hop hop
Mama, won't you please let me do the hop hop?
Mama, do the hop, mama, do the hop hop
Mama, won't you please let me do the hop hop?
Mama, do the hop, mama, do the hop hop
Mama, won't you please let me do the hop hop?
Mama, do the hop, mama, do the hop hop
Mama, won't you please let me do the hop hop?
When we step into the room everybody make a pathway
'Cause you know RK makes the dance change
And we rule that crowd
And we don't change pace at the halfway
We keep it moving, we hold it down
Can't stop, no losing
Nobody's gonna take my crown
No, not, no, not, never gonna happen
No, not, no, not, never gonna happen
Especially when it's all packed out
Crowd shouting out, yeah, I love that sound
Yeah, yeah, I love that sound
Yeah, yeah, I love that sound
So flick your fag butts at once
On a mad one like yeah, your mama can hump
Mama, do the hop, mama, do the hop hop
Mama, won't you please let me do the hop hop?
Mama, do the hop, mama, do the hop hop
Mama, won't you please let me do the hop hop?
Mama, do the hop, mama, do the hop hop
Mama, won't you please let me do the hop hop?
Mama, do the hop, mama, do the hop hop
Mama, won't you please let me do the hop hop?
Yeah, yeah



Writer(s): Norman Cook, Timothy Martin Powell, Harley Sylvester Alexander-sule, Jordan Stephens


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