Chords for Tone Loc - Funky Cold Medina

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_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ I'm looking for some action, but like your jacket said I can't get no satisfaction.
I'm all around, but none of that money gets in me.
My friends are friends, I'm looking for something else.
_ _ _ One of them is all jockies, and the other ain't even on.
And the tricky some know you ain't [Gm] jump when they know that I'm dope.
So I gotta hold over to the other side of the road.
I'm inside the container, ask the guy why [G] he so fluffy.
He's a funky, cold, mcdonald. _ _ _ _ _
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_ I'm a baby, _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ who's fluffy, [F#] I'm a zebra.
Born heavy, get more chicks.
Put a little mcdonald in your glass, then the girls will come real quick.
[G] You better get any powerful horn before I'm a jackass.
I'm a sippy, the drum, holding it still.
I'm a rapper, so I can't jump on my door.
When he's in that baggage, I let him look at his phone.
I let him look at me, and then he walk on my leg.
_ I said, why you keep on walking?
He ain't out.
Now all the boys run to my house for the funky, cold mcdonald.
You know what I'm saying?
You know I'm in my hood. _ _ _ _
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I'm a _ _ _ _ _ hippie, _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I'm a hippie, I'm a hippie, I'm a hippie.
I'm a big old man, ain't no other man.
So I threw my bottle of Coca-Cola right on that Oscar model, you know.
You better get your neck and belly pure for the funky, cold mcdonald. _ _ _ _ _
You know, man's a man.
_ You better stop that with the baby. _ _ _ _ _
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_ Woo! _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ Woo! _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ I'm a rapper, [G]
so I can't jump on my door.
When he's in that baggage, I let him look at his phone.
Now all the boys run to my house for the funky, cold mcdonald.
_ You know I'm in my hood.
I'm a hippie, I'm a _ hippie, I'm a hippie, _ I'm a hippie, I'm a hippie. _
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