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Black Eyed Peas - HEY MAMA :) Black Eyed Peas - HEY MAMA :) |
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intro chords
E(laG laB laA laG laE, D, E)
HeyE mama, this that bGeat that make you groove, mBama
Get on the fAloor and mGove your booty maEma
We the blast masDters blastin' up the jEamma
(REEEEEEEWIIIIIIND)
CuEtie cutie, maGke sure you move your booty
ShBake that thing like the cAity of sGin, and
EHey shorty, ID know you wanna party
Ethe way your body look realli mGake me feel nauuughEty
ECutie cutie, mGake sure you move your booty
BShake that thing like the cAity ofG sin, and
EHey shorty, ID know you wanna party
Ethe way your body look really Gmake me feel naEuuughty
EI got a naughty naughty style and a naGughty naughty crew
BBut everything I do, AI do just forG you
EIm a little bit of old, aDnd a bigger bit of ENu
The trEue ni**** kGnow that the peEas 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 yB'all knAaw, who we are
y'Aall knGaw, we the stars
GSteady rockin' on yG'alls boulevards
And, lookin' hard without bodygaurds
(BI Ado) what I can
(YB'alGl come thru)will.i.am
And still I stand, with still mic in hand
(So come on mama, dance to the drama)
EHey mama, this that bGeat that make you groove, mBama
(hey)get on the fAloor and Gmove your booty mEama
(yaw)we the blast masBtas blastin' up the jaEmma
E(hey)so shake Gyour bambama, cEome on now mGama
HeyE mama, this that bGeat that make you groove, mBama
Get on the fAloor and mGove your booty maEma
We the blast masDters blastin' up the jEamma
(la la la la la)
EWe the big town stumpas, aGnd big sound pumpas
BThe beat bump bumps in yoEur trunk trunkas
EThe girlies in the clDub with the bEig plump plumpaGs
EAnd when I'm makin' lDove, my hipE hump hGumps
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 yB'all kGnaw, who we are
y'alAl kGnaw, we the stars
Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards
How we rockin' it girl, without body guards
Now sBhe Gbe, Fergie, from the crew
BA.EG.P., come and take heed, as we take the lead
(so come on papa, dance to the drama)
EHey mama, this that bGeat that make you groove, mBama
(hey)get on the fAloor and Gmove your booty mEama
(yaw)we the blast masBtas blastin' up the jaEmma
(NAWWWW, NAWWW)
ECutie cutie, mGake sure you move your booty
BShake that thing like the cAity ofG sin, and
EHey shorty, ID know you wanna party
Ethe way your body look really Gmake me feel naEuuughty
EBut the race isG not, for the swift
But whBo really can, takAe coGntrol 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...
ENosa dima shock, nosa dima tiGng
Beverytime you sit thAereG i hear, bling bling
O wata ting, hear blacka sing
grinding, and winding
Eand the madda be moving in a perfect tiGming
Band we dance and danAce Gto the dancehall riEddim
and we're really to nice, it finga lickin'
like rice and peas and chicken stuffing
EHey mama, this that bGeat that make you groove, mBama
(hey)get on the fAloor and Gmove your booty mEama
(yaw)we the blast masBtas blastin' up the jaEmma
E(hey)so shake Gyour bambama, cEome on now mGama
HeyE mama, this that bGeat that make you groove, mBama
Get on the fAloor and mGove your booty maEma
We the blast masDters blastin' up the jEamma
(la la la la la)fade.
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