Tonart: E minor
Intro 1
Em
A
Em
C
Em
Verse 1
Em
Hey mama,
that's that shit that make you groove
Mama, get on the floor and
move your booty
Mama, we the Blastmasters,
blastin' up the jungle
Cutie cutie, make sure you
move your booty
Shake that tinny, now the city out sinnin'
Hey shawty, I know you wanna party
And the way your body
lookin' make me really
I got a 90 -90 style and a 90 -90 crew
For everything I do, I do just for you
I'm a little bit to old and
a bigger bit to new
The true niggas know
that the peace come through
and never cease
We never die, no, we never decease
We most apply like we Mass Matisse
And then drop bombs like
we in the Middle East
The bum bummer, the bass boom drummer
D#
Y 'all know, who we are
Em
A
Em
Y 'all know, we the stars
Steady rockin' all of y 'all's boulevards
And lookin' hard with our bodyguards
D#
I do, what I can
Em
A
Em
I do you, hell I am
C
Em
And still I stand with still mic in hand
So come on mama, dance to the drummer
Hey mama, this that shit that
make you groove mama
Get on the floor and move
your booty mama
We the blastmasters,
blastin' out the jammer
So shake your bum -ba -ma,
come on now, ma -ma
This that shit that make you groove,
ma -ma
Get on the floor and move your booty,
ma -ma
We the Blastmasters, blastin' up the drama
La -la -la -la
We the big -town stompers
and big -sound pumpers
The beat bump -bumps all
in your trunk -trunkers
The girlies in the club
got the plump -lump -lumpers
And when I'm makin' love,
see my hips hump -humps
and never quits
No need to carry nine -millimeter clips
Don't wanna squeeze triggers,
just wanna squeeze tits
Cause we the showstoppers
and the chief rockers,
number one chief rockers
D#
Em
Y 'all know who we are, y 'all know
A
Em
We the stars that ain't rockin'
all of y 'all's boulevards
How we rockin' it girl?
Without bodyguards
D#
Em
She be furky from the crew
A
Em
C
Em
B .E .P. come on take heed
as we take the lead
So come on papa, dance to the drummer
Hey mama, this that shit that
make you groove mama
Get on the floor and move
your booty mama
With a blast mask and glass and a pyjama
No, no Cutie cutie,
make sure you move your booty
Shake that ting inna the city of Sinan
Hey shawty, I know you wanna party
And the way your body look it
make me really feel naughty
But the race is not for the swift
But for who can hint you're rich
And Tipper Harry and the Black Eyed Peas
will be there
Chill Affinity, Chill Affinity, Chill Affinity,
Chill Affinity, Chill Affinity
Blacked out
Nuff a dem a shock, nuff a dem a sting
Every time you see dem appear bling bling
C
Em
Oh what a ting, pure maglin
Grinding and whining
And the mad a dem a move
in a perfect timing
Dem a dance and dance
to the dancehall rhythm
And the way they chew
nice is finger licking
Like rice and peas and chicken stuffing
Hey mama, this the shit that
make you groove mama
Get on the floor and move
your booty mama
We the Blastmasters,
blastin' out the jamma
So shake your bum -bamma,
come on now, mamma
This that shit that make you groove,
mamma
Get on the floor and move your booty,
mamma
Outro 1
We the Blastmasters, blastin' out the jamma
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