Hey Mama chords by Auletta

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Verse 1
Em 
(La, la, la, la, la)
Hey mama, it's that shit that makes you move,
mama
E 
Em 
Get on the floor and move your booty,
mama
We the blast masters blastin'
up the jamma
(Rewind)
Cutie cutie,
Am 
make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin,
and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
Em 
The way your body look
really make me feel naughty
Cutie cutie,
Am 
make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin,
and
Hey shorty,
I know you wanna party
The way your body look really make me
Em 
feel naughty

Verse 2
Em 
I got a naughty naughty style and
E 
Am 
a naughty naughty crew
But everything I do, I do just for you
I'm a little bit of Or,
Em 
and a bigger bit of Nu
The true niggers know that the
peas come through
We never cease (no), we never
die no we never disease(no)
Am 
We multiply like we
mathematics
Then we drop bombs like we in
D 
Em 
the middle east
(The bomb bombas, the base
move dramas)
Nah y'all knaw, who we are
Am 
Y'all knaw, we the stars
Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards
And, lookin' hot without body
guards
(I do) what I can
(Y'all come through) Will.i.am
And still I stand,
Em 
E 
Em 
with still mic in hand
(So come on mama,
Am 
dance to the druma)

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Verse 3
Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove,
mama
(Hey) Get on the floor and move your booty,
Em 
mama
(Yaw) We the blast mastas
E 
blastin' up the jamma
Em 
(Hey) So shake your bambama, come
on now mama
E 
Em 
Am 
Em 
Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove,
Am 
mama
(Hey) Get on the floor and move your
Em 
booty, mama
Am 
(Yaw) we the blast mastas
Em 
blastin' up the jamma
(La, la, la, la, la)

Verse 4
G 
We the big town stumpas,
Am 
and and big sound pumpas
The beat bump bumpas in
your trunk trunkas
D 
The girlies in the club with the big
Em 
plump plumpas
E 
Em 
And when I'm makin' love,
Am 
my hip hump humps
Em 
E 
It never quits (no) we need
Em 
to carry 9mm clips (no)
Am 
Don't wanna squize trigger,
just wanna squeeze tits
(Lubaluba) 'Cause we
the show stoppas
And the chief rockas, number
one chief rockas
Em 
E 
Em 
Naw y'all
E 
Em 
knaw,
who we are
Am 
Y'all knaw, we the stars
D 
Steady rockin' on
y'alls boulevards
Em 
How we rockin' it girl,
without body guards
Now she be, Fergie from the crew bep,
Am 
come and take heed, as we take the lead
D 
(Socome on bubba, dance to
Am 
the druma)

Verse 5
E 
Em 
E 
Am 
Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove,
mama
(Yaw) Get on the floor and move your booty,
E 
mama
(Yuh) We the blast mastas
blastin' up the jamma
(Nah, nah)
Em 
Cutie cutie, make sure
you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the
city of sin, and
Hey shorty,
E 
Em 
I know you wanna party
The way your body look really
make me feel naughty
Am 
But the race

Verse 6
is not, for the Swiss
But who really can, take control of it
And tippa irie and the black eyed
peas will be there
'Til infiniti,
'til infiniti, 'til infiniti, 'til infiniti
Tippa is out

Verse 7
Em 
Nosa dima shock, nosa dima ting Every time
you sit there I
hear, bling bling
O wata ting, hear blacka sing
Grinding, and winding
Am 
And the madda be
moving in a perfect timing
And we dance and dance to
Em 
the end of the thing
And we're really to nice, it finga akin
Am 
Like rice and peas and chicken and bling

Verse 8
Hey mama, this that shit that make you
groove, mama
(Hey) Get on the floor and move your booty
mama
(Yaw) We the blast mastas
Em 
blastin' up the jamma
(Hey) So shake your
bambama, come on now mama
Am 
Hey mama, this that shit that make
you groove, mama
(Hey) Get on the floor and move your
booty mama
(Yaw) We the blast mastas blastin' up
the jamma
(la la la la la)