Hey Mama

intro chords
E  G  B  A  G  E  D  E
(la la la la la)

   E                 G            
Hey mama, this that beat that make
              B
 you groove, mama
            A         G           
Get on the floor and move your 
     E
booty mama
                D                  
We the blast masters blastin' up 
   E
the jamma
(DEEEEEE WIIIIIIND)
  E            G
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your
 booty
  B                        A    
Shake that thing like the city of 
   G
sin, and
E            D
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
E                              G 
the way your body look realli 
                 E
make me feel nauuughty
E             G
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your
 booty
B                          A     
Shake that thing like the city of 
G
sin, and
E            D
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
E                             G  
the way your body look really 
            E
make me feel nauuughty
E                                 
I got a naughty naughty style and 
    G
a naughty naughty crew
B                    A            
But everything I do, I do just for 
G
you
E                        D       
Im a little bit of old, and a 
           E
bigger bit of Nu
      E          G              E
The true ni**** 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)
     B      A
Naw y'all knaw, who we are
  A     G
y'all knaw, we the stars
G                  G
Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards

And, lookin' hard without bodygaurds
 B A
(I do) what I can
  B  G
(Y'all come thru)will.i.am

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And still I stand, with still mic in
 hand
(So come on mama, dance to the 
drama)
E                    G           
Hey mama, this that beat that 
               B
make you groove, mama
                 A        G       
(hey)get on the floor and move 
         E
your booty mama
                     B             
(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' 
        E
up the jamma
E             G              E  
(hey)so shake your bambama, come
         G
 on now mama

   E                 G            
Hey mama, this that beat that make
              B
 you groove, mama
            A         G           
Get on the floor and move your 
     E
booty mama
                D                  
We the blast masters blastin' up 
   E
the jamma
(la la la la la)
E                         G
We the big town stumpas, and big 
sound pumpas
B                        E
The beat bump bumps in your trunk 
trunkas
E                    D            
The girlies in the club with the 
E              G
big plump plumpas
E                    D          
And when I'm makin' love, my hip
E      G
 hump humps
It never quits(NOOOO) we need to 
carry 9mm clips(NOOOO)
Dont wanna squeeze trigger, just 
wanna squeeze t*ts
(lubaluba)cause we the show stoppas
And the chief rockas, number one 
chief rockas
     B     G
Naw y'all knaw, who we are
    A  G
y'all knaw, we the stars

Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards
How we rockin' it girl, without body
 guards
     B  G
Now she be, Fergie, from the crew
 A G
B.E.P., come and take heed, as we 
take the lead
(so come on papa, dance to the 
drama)

E                    G           
Hey mama, this that beat that 
               B
make you groove, mama
                 A        G       
(hey)get on the floor and move 
         E
your booty mama
                     B             
(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' 
        E
up the jamma

(NAWWWW, NAWWW)

E             G
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your
 booty
B                          A     
Shake that thing like the city of 
G
sin, and
E            D
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
E                             G  
the way your body look really 
            E
make me feel nauuughty

E              G
But the race is not, for the swift
      B                A   G
But who really can, take control of 
it
And tippa irie and the black eyed 
peas will be thhhheeerre
til infiniti, til infiniti, til 
infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti
Blacka is in da house...
E                            G
Nosa dima shock, nosa dima ting
B                   A  G
everytime you sit there i hear, 
bling bling

O wata ting, hear blacka sing
grinding, and winding
E                                 
and the madda be moving in a 
     G
perfect timing
B                   A  G  
and we dance and dance to the 
                E
dancehall riddim

and we're really to nice, it finga 
lickin'
like rice and peas and chicken 
stuffing
E                    G           
Hey mama, this that beat that 
               B
make you groove, mama
                 A        G       
(hey)get on the floor and move 
         E
your booty mama
                     B             
(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' 
        E
up the jamma
E             G              E  
(hey)so shake your bambama, come
         G
 on now mama

   E                 G            
Hey mama, this that beat that make
              B
 you groove, mama
            A         G           
Get on the floor and move your 
     E
booty mama
                D                  
We the blast masters blastin' up 
   E
the jamma
(la la la la la) fade.