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Tuning: G C E A
"Hey Mama" intro chords
G(laC laE laG laC laG) G G HeyG mama, this that bCeat that make you groove, mEama Get on the fGloor and mCove your booty maGma We the blast masGters blastin' up the jGamma (REEEEEEEWIIIIIIND) CuGtie cutie, maCke sure you move your booty ShEake that thing like the cGity of sCin, and GHey shorty, IG know you wanna party Gthe way your body look realli mCake me feel nauuughGty GCutie cutie, mCake sure you move your booty EShake that thing like the cGity ofC sin, and GHey shorty, IG know you wanna party Gthe way your body look really Cmake me feel naGuuughty GI got a naughty naughty style and a naCughty naughty crew EBut everything I do, GI do just forC you GIm a little bit of old, aGnd a bigger bit of GNu The trGue ni**** kCnow that the peGas 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)
Naw yE'all knGaw, who we are y'Gall knCaw, we the stars CSteady rockin' on yC'alls boulevards
And, lookin' hard without bodygaurds
(EI Gdo) what I can (YE'alCl come thru)will.i.am
And still I stand, with still mic in hand (So come on mama, dance to the drama)
GHey mama, this that bCeat that make you groove, mEama (hey)get on the fGloor and Cmove your booty mGama (yaw)we the blast masEtas blastin' up the jaGmma G(hey)so shake Cyour bambama, cGome on now mCama
HeyG mama, this that bCeat that make you groove, mEama Get on the fGloor and mCove your booty maGma We the blast masGters blastin' up the jGamma (la la la la la) GWe the big town stumpas, aCnd big sound pumpas EThe beat bump bumps in yoGur trunk trunkas GThe girlies in the clGub with the bGig plump plumpaCs GAnd when I'm makin' lGove, my hipG hump hCumps 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 Naw yE'all kCnaw, who we are y'alGl kCnaw, we the stars
Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards How we rockin' it girl, without body guards
Now sEhe Cbe, Fergie, from the crew BG.EC.P., come and take heed, as we take the lead (so come on papa, dance to the drama)
GHey mama, this that bCeat that make you groove, mEama (hey)get on the fGloor and Cmove your booty mGama (yaw)we the blast masEtas blastin' up the jaGmma
(NAWWWW, NAWWW)
GCutie cutie, mCake sure you move your booty EShake that thing like the cGity ofC sin, and GHey shorty, IG know you wanna party Gthe way your body look really Cmake me feel naGuuughty
GBut the race isC not, for the swift But whEo really can, takGe coCntrol 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... GNosa dima shock, nosa dima tiCng Eeverytime you sit thGereC i hear, bling bling
O wata ting, hear blacka sing grinding, and winding
Gand the madda be moving in a perfect tiCming Eand we dance and danGce Cto the dancehall riGddim
and we're really to nice, it finga lickin' like rice and peas and chicken stuffing
GHey mama, this that bCeat that make you groove, mEama (hey)get on the fGloor and Cmove your booty mGama (yaw)we the blast masEtas blastin' up the jaGmma G(hey)so shake Cyour bambama, cGome on now mCama
HeyG mama, this that bCeat that make you groove, mEama Get on the fGloor and mCove your booty maGma We the blast masGters blastin' up the jGamma (la la la la la)fade.