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Em Em Em Em


[Verse]
Fm
(Who who who who…) Whose that gigolo on the street?
         Gm
With his  hands in his pockets and his crocodile feet
        Fm
Hanging  off the curb, looking all disturbed
       Gm
At the  boys from home, they all came running
          Fm
They were  making noise, manhandling toys
           Gm
That's the  girls on the block with the nasty curls
        Fm
Wearing  padded bras sucking beers through straws
         Gm
Dropping  down their drawers, where did you get yours?

Em
Gigolo, Huh, sucker. Gigolo. Gigolo, Huh, sucker


[Pre-Chorus]
C
Whose looking good today?
D
Whose looking good in every way?
C
No style rookie
D
You better watch don't mess with me
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[Chorus]
    C                   D
No  moneyman can win my  love
      C                  D
It's  sweetness that I'm  thinking of
C
We always hang in a Buffalo Stance
D
We do the dive every time we dance
C
I'll give you love baby not romance
D
I'll make a move nothing left to chance
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So  don't  you get  fresh with  me


Em
Get funky. Yeah Timmy. Tell it like it is. (Check out this DJ)


[Verse]
              Fm
1, 2, So you  say you wanted money but you know it's never funny
      Gm
When  your shoes worn through and there's a rumble in your tummy
         Fm
But you  had to have style get a gold tooth smile
       Gm
Put a  girl on the corner so you can make a pile
             Fm
Committed a  crime and went inside
        Gm
It was  coming your way but you had to survive
          Fm
When you  lost your babe, you lost the race
            Gm
Now you're  looking at me to take her place


[Pre-Chorus]
C
Whose looking good today?
D
Whose looking good in every way?
C
No style rookie
D
You better watch don't mess with me
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[Chorus]
    C                   D
No  moneyman can win my  love
      C                  D
It's  sweetness that I'm  thinking of
C
We always hang in a Buffalo Stance
D
We do the dive every time we dance
C
I'll give you love baby not romance
D
I'll make a move nothing left to chance
    D7     Eb7      E7         F7
So  don't  you get  fresh with  me


Em 
Smoking, not toking, get funky sax


[RAP]
Fm
Looking good, hanging with the wild bunch
Gm
Looking good in a Buffalo Stance
Fm
Looking good when it comes to the crunch
Gm
Looking good's a state of mind
Fm
State of mind don't look behind you
Gm
State of mind or you'll be dead
Fm
State of mind may I remind you
Gm
Bomb the Bass
           Fm
Rock this  place
            Gm
What is he  like?
           Fm
What's he  like anyway?
                    Gm                             Fm Gm
Yo man what do you  expect, the guy's a gigolo man
                Fm
You know what I  mean?
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              Huh.


[Chorus]
    C                   D
No  moneyman can win my  love
      C                  D
It's  sweetness that I'm  thinking of
C
We always hang in a Buffalo Stance
D
We do the dive every time we dance
C
I'll give you love baby not romance
D
I'll make a move nothing left to chance
    D7     Eb7      E7         F7
So  don't  you get  fresh with  me


[Bridge]
N.C.
Wind on my face, sound in my ears
N.C.
Water from my eyes, and you on my mind
N.C.
As I sink, diving down deep, deeper into your soul


[Outro]
    C                    D
No  moneyman can win my  love
      C                   D
It's  sweetness that I'm  thinking of
    C                    D
No  moneyman can win my  love
      C                   D
It's  sweetness that I'm  thinking of
    C                    D
No  moneyman can win my  love
    C                    D
No  moneyman can win my  love
    C                    D
No  moneyman can win my  love
    C
No  moneyman

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