The other chords on this website are definitely wrong--which is a shame because
it's such a simple jam.
same chords the whole time. G C Gadd4/B Am D
GNow I'm not trynna be rude
C Gadd4/BBut hey pretty girl I'm feelin' you
AmThe way you do the things ya do
DReminds me of my Lexus coupe
GThat's why I'm all up in ya grill
C Gadd4/BTrynna get you to a hotel
AmYou must be a football coach
DThe way you got me playin' da field
GSo baby gimme dat "Toot toot"
C Gadd4/BAnd lemme gi' ya that "Beep beep"
AmRunnin' her hands through my fro'
DWhile they sayin' on the radio
GIt's the remix to ignition
C Gadd4/BHot and fresh out the kitchen
DGot ev'ry man in here wishin'
GSippin' on coke and rum (rum)
C Gadd4/B I'm like so what I'm drunk (drunk)
AmIt's the freakin' weekend
DBaby I'm about to have me some fun (fun)
You all get the idea. Here are the rest of the lyrics:
Now it's like "Murda She Wrote"
Once I get cha out them clothes
Privacy is on the do'
But still they can hear ya screamin' mo'
Girl I'm feelin' whatchu feelin'
No more hopin' and wishin'
I'm about to take my key 'n'
Stick it in da ignition
In the stretch Navigata
We got food everywhere
As if the party was catered
Fellas to my left (left)
Hunnies on my right (right)
We bring 'em both togetha
We got drinkin' all night
Then afta the show
It's the afta party
And afta the party
It's the hotel lobby
Yeah, around about four
You gotta clear the lobby
Then take it to ya room and