Hey mama

	  		Intro:E  G  B  A  G  E  D  E 
(la la la la la) 
   E                 G                          B 
Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama 
            A         G                E 
Get on the floor and move your booty mama 
                D                     E 
We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma 
(REEEEEEEWIIIIIIND) 
  E            G 
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty 
  B                        A       G 
Shake that thing like the city of sin, and 
E            D 
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party 
E                              G                  E 
the way your body look realli make me feel nauuughty 
E             G 
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty 
B                          A     G 
Shake that thing like the city of sin, and 
E            D 
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party 
E                             G              E 
the way your body look really make me feel nauuughty 
E                                     G 
I got a naughty naughty style and a naughty naughty crew 
B                    A            G 
But everything I do, I do just for you 
E                        D                  E 
Im a little bit of old, and a 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 
And still I stand, with still mic in hand 
(So come on mama, dance to the drama) 
E                    G                          B 
Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama 
                 A        G                E 
(hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama 
                     B                     E 
(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma 
E             G              E           G 
(hey)so shake your bambama, come on now mama 
   E                 G                          B 
Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama 
            A         G                E 
Get on the floor and move your booty mama 
                D                     E 
We the blast masters blastin' up 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            E              G 
The girlies in the club with the big plump plumpas 
E                    D          E      G 
And when I'm makin' love, my hip 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                          B 
Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama 
                 A        G                E 
(hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama 
                     B                     E 
(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma 
(NAWWWW, NAWWW) 
E             G 
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty 
B                          A     G 
Shake that thing like the city of sin, and 
E            D 
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party 
E                             G              E 
the way your body look really 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                                      G           
and the madda be moving in a perfect timing 
B                   A  G                  E 
and we dance and dance to the dancehall riddim 
and we're really to nice, it finga lickin' 
like rice and peas and chicken stuffing 
E                    G                          B 
Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama 
                 A        G                E 
(hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama 
                     B                     E 
(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma 
E             G              E           G 
(hey)so shake your bambama, come on now mama 
   E                 G                          B 
Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama 
            A         G                E 
Get on the floor and move your booty mama 
                D                     E 
We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma 
(la la la la la)fade. 
that's it! hope you enjoy.