Capo 1st fret

Standard (EADGBE)

 same chords the whole time. Gadd4/

 Gadd4/: x2001x

here goes:

 Now I'm not trynna be rude

 But hey pretty girl I'm feelin' you

 The way you do the things ya do

 Reminds me of my Lexus coupe

 That's why I'm all up in ya grill

 Trynna get you to a hotel

 You must be a football coach

 The way you got me playin' da field

 So baby gimme dat "Toot toot"

 And lemme gi' ya that "Beep beep"

 Runnin' her hands through my fro'

 Bouncin' on twenty fo's

 While they sayin' on the radio

 It's the remix to ignition

 Hot and fresh out the kitchen

 Mama rollin' that body

 Got ev'ry man in here wishin'

 Sippin' on coke and rum (rum)

 I'm like so what I'm drunk (drunk)

 It's the freakin' weekend

 Baby 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

Crystal poppin'

In the stretch Navigata

We got food everywhere

As if the party was catered

We've got

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

Freak somebody