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Ghetto Baby

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                                A                                                                            Em  
You got a face like the Madonna, cryin' tears of gold
                                     A                                                 Em  
Been pumping gas at the Texaco, road to road
                                        A                    Em  
You're on the run, oh, baby, yeah
                                        A                 Em  
You're on the run, oh, baby
             Am                                         D  
I'm not a trick, but I'm a trick for you
             Am                                              D  
You gimme butterflies  heart's skipping one, two
          Am                                                            D  
I know you're sick, boy, I wanna get the flu
                C                                                      E  
I'm runnin' temperatures thinkin' of your love, boo
     Em    C                              Em                      C  
Brooklyn, move my soul like this
     Em                            C  
Kissin' my stilettos
                             Bm  
Move your mouth up to my lips
     Em                                 C  
Come on over, ghetto baby
                                          Bm  
(He said, "show me what you got, girl")
     Em                              C  
Come on over, ghetto baby
                             Bm  
("Drop it like it's hot, girl")
                                  A                                                                                      Em  
I know your lips say that you wanna, but your heart's a no
                                        A                                                                                            Em  
But boy, your hips say that you're gonna when you hold me, hold me
                             A              Em                                                      A              Em  
You're so fun, b-baby, you are too much fun, b-baby
             Am                                                 D  
My local rock star, the Willy B. crew
                  Am                                              D  
I'm feeling you, boy, you likin' me too
                Am                                                            D  
I'm clockin' chicks left and right just to get to you
                                  C  
You're out there on the grind
             E  
Now come home to your queen, boo
     Em    C                              Em                      C  
Brooklyn, move my soul like this
     Em                            C  
Kissin' my stilettos
                             Bm  
Move your mouth up to my lips
     Em                                 C  
Come on over, ghetto baby
                                          Bm  
(He said, "show me what you got, girl")
     Em                              C  
Come on over, ghetto baby
                             Bm  
("Drop it like it's hot, girl")
     Em    C                              Em                      C  
Brooklyn, move my soul like this
     Em                            C  
Kissin' my stilettos
                             Bm  
Move your mouth up to my lips
     Em                                 C  
Come on over, ghetto baby
                                          Bm  
(He said, "show me what you got, girl")
     Em                              C  
Come on over, ghetto baby
                             Bm  
("Drop it like it's hot, girl")
                          C                                 D  
We're a match made in Heaven
                                  C  
If they're gonna talk, let 'em
             Em                                                    Bm                                              C  
If they don't think we're good together, baby just forget 'em
                             A                      Bm  
When he's bad, he's bad
                                        C  
But when he's good, no one's better
                                          E  
Cause we're a match made in Heaven
                             C  
And this kind of love's forever
Em  C  Bm  
     Em    C                              Em                      C  
Brooklyn, move my soul like this
     Em                            C  
Kissin' my stilettos
                             Bm  
Move your mouth up to my lips
     Em                                 C  
Come on over, ghetto baby
                                          Bm  
(He said, "show me what you got, girl")
     Em                              C  
Come on over, ghetto baby
                             Bm  
("Drop it like it's hot, girl")
     Em    C                              Em                      C  
Brooklyn, move my soul like this
     Em                            C  
Kissin' my stilettos
                             Bm  
Move your mouth up to my lips
     Em                                 C  
Come on over, ghetto baby
                                          Bm  
(He said, "show me what you got, girl")
     Em                              C  
Come on over, ghetto baby
                             Bm  
("Drop it like it's hot, girl")