Ignition
R KellyVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
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
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Readable chord sheet for Ignition by R Kelly
same chords the whole time. [G] [C] Gadd4/[B] [Am] [D] Gadd4/[B]: x2001x here goes: Now I'm not [G]trynna be rude But hey pretty g[C]irl I'm feelin' y[Gadd4]ou [B] The way you [Am]do the things ya do Reminds me of [D]my Lexus coupe That's why I'm [G]all up in ya grill Trynna get you t[C]o a hotel [Gadd4] [B] You must be a f[Am]ootball coach The way you g[D]ot me playin' da field So baby gimme dat "[G]Toot toot" And lemme gi' ya that "B[C]eep beep" [Gadd4] [B] Runnin' her ha[Am]nds through my fro' Bouncin' [D]on twenty fo's While they s[D]ayin' on the radio It's the rem[G]ix to ignition Hot and fr[C]esh o[Gadd4]ut the[B] kitchen Mama r[Am]ollin' that body Got ev'ry m[D]an in here wishin' Sippin' [G]on coke and rum (rum) I'm like s[C]o what I'm dr[Gadd4]unk (d[B]runk) It's the fr[Am]eakin' weekend Baby I'm about to have m[D]e 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