Hey Mami Songtext / Lyric

Hey Mami, You sexyHey Mami, you beautifulHey Mami you sexyHey Mami, can I get that number?Big hot pockets, feya, uglyCorny, busted, chopped, straight fuglyBritish guys playing rugbyBrooklyn boys who wanna thug meSkanky, cranky, foogly, ooglySlammin dudes who wanna do meG’Doonk G’Doonk, skoonky, flavorsBangin, mega hot, dumb hatersCountry boys and them boys in the cityBuy me lunch and make me all giddySparkling clean, dirty, grimey and grittyBig muscle men and a little itty bittySome look so good and some need a little workSome know what they gotta do to make me smirkRalph, Donna, Marc, and my man TommyBetter go get that girl, Hey MamiHey Mami, You sexyHey Mami, you beautifulHey Mami you sexyHey Mami, can I get that number?Yeah Yeah Thats what they shoutOn the street when I strut when I walk to the storeThey wanna turn me outHootin and hollerinRing around the collar andThis ain’t Scores andYou ain’t wavin a dollar andYou better tighten up that gameTheres a million other guys tryin to get with usAnd you all sound the sameYou should slow it on down papiYou sound like a carbon copyI wanna a man whos smooth, got all the right movesBut you’re just plain sloppyRepeat Chorus