BOB SINCLAR & SUGARHILL GANG - LaLa Song Chords by Bob Sinclar, Sugarhill Gang
Tempo:
128 bpm
Chords used:
C
Gm
Bb
Fm
Ab
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Oh, yeah.
[Gm] What's up world?
It's the Master G, y'all.
[Ab] Sugar Hill Gang.
One to Mike.
Hen [Bb] Diggity, I'm out here with my man, Bob C.
Clare.
Let's do it.
One, two, three, [Fm] hit it.
[Gm]
[Bb] [F] [C]
Come on, hands up.
Get down.
[Fm] Back in the day when the DJs fun all [Gm] night.
Why the party's fun when the MCs come to rock and bless the mic.
[Bb] No need to worry, no need to hurry.
Them [Ab] grooves are just [C] beautiful.
People popping and locking, breaking and rocking.
Everybody know there ain't no [Fm] stopping.
Come on, y'all.
Get on the floor.
We're gonna take you back and make you [Gm] beg for more.
Ain't no party like an old school party, cause an old school party don't stop.
[Bb] So DJ, rock my favorite junk and [Ab] let me rock the mic.
[C]
Now throw your hands high in the air.
Everybody say, oh yeah.
[Fm] Oh, yeah.
Let's
[Gm] do it.
[Bb] [F] [C]
Talk to me.
One to Mike.
Come on, get down.
[F] Yes, yes, y'all.
It's one to Mike.
You're not [C] like the rock the [G] house.
I'ma work that party, work that party and baby just bring it down.
[Bb] I'ma give it a hot mop and don't [Ab] dispose.
Let me see that [C] body rock.
Would you have a jacked cock to the side?
Let me hear you say, all [F] right.
The groove so funky, [Fm] furious.
It'll make you dance so [Gm] serious.
When the people hear it now, they start to go [Bb] delirious.
Work it.
Let's work it.
Let's [Ab] work it.
Work [C] it.
Now somebody, everybody, everybody scream.
[Fm] You would do
[Gm] [G]
[Bb] it.
[F]
Now somebody, anybody, [Cm] everybody [Ab] scream.
Hands from side to [Gm] side.
[Ab] Let's own it.
Own it, [E] own it, own [C] it.
Act like that.
[Fm] One, two, three, four.
It's the honor of the [Gm] Master G show.
Once upon a time not long ago when there was no rap stars on TV [Bb] shows.
No movie deals, no commercial shows.
But soon as business [C] started to grow.
In them days when you took up the art, you did it second for the money and first for the [Fm] heart.
Back then you had to be a true believer
And we all hung at the [Gm] disco fever
DJ Flash in Hollywood
Made it happen, streets of [Ab] Manhattan
Brooklyn, Queens, the Long Island Sound
The people came from miles around [C] to see us down
The song's dedicated to the fact that you got to recognize the pioneers of rap
[Fm] Come on, [Gm]
do it!
[Bb] [C]
[Fm] [Gm]
[Bb] [F] [C]
[C]
[Gm] What's up world?
It's the Master G, y'all.
[Ab] Sugar Hill Gang.
One to Mike.
Hen [Bb] Diggity, I'm out here with my man, Bob C.
Clare.
Let's do it.
One, two, three, [Fm] hit it.
[Gm]
[Bb] [F] [C]
Come on, hands up.
Get down.
[Fm] Back in the day when the DJs fun all [Gm] night.
Why the party's fun when the MCs come to rock and bless the mic.
[Bb] No need to worry, no need to hurry.
Them [Ab] grooves are just [C] beautiful.
People popping and locking, breaking and rocking.
Everybody know there ain't no [Fm] stopping.
Come on, y'all.
Get on the floor.
We're gonna take you back and make you [Gm] beg for more.
Ain't no party like an old school party, cause an old school party don't stop.
[Bb] So DJ, rock my favorite junk and [Ab] let me rock the mic.
[C]
Now throw your hands high in the air.
Everybody say, oh yeah.
[Fm] Oh, yeah.
Let's
[Gm] do it.
[Bb] [F] [C]
Talk to me.
One to Mike.
Come on, get down.
[F] Yes, yes, y'all.
It's one to Mike.
You're not [C] like the rock the [G] house.
I'ma work that party, work that party and baby just bring it down.
[Bb] I'ma give it a hot mop and don't [Ab] dispose.
Let me see that [C] body rock.
Would you have a jacked cock to the side?
Let me hear you say, all [F] right.
The groove so funky, [Fm] furious.
It'll make you dance so [Gm] serious.
When the people hear it now, they start to go [Bb] delirious.
Work it.
Let's work it.
Let's [Ab] work it.
Work [C] it.
Now somebody, everybody, everybody scream.
[Fm] You would do
[Gm] [G]
[Bb] it.
[F]
Now somebody, anybody, [Cm] everybody [Ab] scream.
Hands from side to [Gm] side.
[Ab] Let's own it.
Own it, [E] own it, own [C] it.
Act like that.
[Fm] One, two, three, four.
It's the honor of the [Gm] Master G show.
Once upon a time not long ago when there was no rap stars on TV [Bb] shows.
No movie deals, no commercial shows.
But soon as business [C] started to grow.
In them days when you took up the art, you did it second for the money and first for the [Fm] heart.
Back then you had to be a true believer
And we all hung at the [Gm] disco fever
DJ Flash in Hollywood
Made it happen, streets of [Ab] Manhattan
Brooklyn, Queens, the Long Island Sound
The people came from miles around [C] to see us down
The song's dedicated to the fact that you got to recognize the pioneers of rap
[Fm] Come on, [Gm]
do it!
[Bb] [C]
[Fm] [Gm]
[Bb] [F] [C]
[C]
Key:
C
Gm
Bb
Fm
Ab
C
Gm
Bb
_ _ _ Oh, yeah. _
[Gm] What's up world?
_ It's the Master G, y'all.
[Ab] Sugar Hill Gang.
One to Mike.
Hen [Bb] Diggity, I'm out here with my man, Bob C.
Clare.
Let's do it.
One, two, three, [Fm] hit it.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ Come on, hands up.
Get down.
[Fm] Back in the day when the DJs fun all [Gm] night.
Why the party's fun when the MCs come to rock and bless the mic.
[Bb] No need to worry, no need to hurry.
Them [Ab] grooves are just [C] beautiful.
People popping and locking, breaking and rocking.
Everybody know there ain't no [Fm] stopping.
Come on, y'all.
Get on the floor.
We're gonna take you back and make you [Gm] beg for more.
Ain't no party like an old school party, cause an old school party don't stop.
[Bb] So DJ, rock my favorite junk and [Ab] let me rock the mic.
[C]
Now throw your hands high in the air.
Everybody say, oh yeah.
[Fm] Oh, _ yeah.
Let's _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ do it.
[Bb] _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ Talk to me.
One to Mike.
Come on, get down.
[F] Yes, yes, y'all.
It's one to Mike.
You're not [C] like the rock the [G] house.
I'ma work that party, work that party and baby just bring it down.
[Bb] I'ma give it a hot mop and don't [Ab] dispose.
Let me see that [C] body rock.
Would you have a jacked cock to the side?
Let me hear you say, all [F] right.
The groove so funky, [Fm] furious.
It'll make you dance so [Gm] serious.
When the people hear it now, they start to go [Bb] delirious.
Work it.
Let's work it.
Let's [Ab] work it.
Work [C] it.
Now somebody, everybody, everybody scream.
[Fm] You would _ do _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[Bb] it.
_ _ [F] _ _ _
Now somebody, anybody, [Cm] everybody _ [Ab] scream.
_ _ _ _ Hands from side to [Gm] side. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ _ Let's own it.
Own it, [E] own it, own [C] it.
Act like that. _ _ _ _ _ _
[Fm] One, two, three, four.
It's the honor of the [Gm] Master G show.
Once upon a time not long ago when there was no rap stars on TV [Bb] shows.
No movie deals, no commercial shows.
But soon as business [C] started to grow.
In them days when you took up the art, you did it second for the money and first for the [Fm] heart.
Back then you had to be a true believer
And we all hung at the [Gm] disco fever
DJ Flash in Hollywood
Made it happen, streets of [Ab] Manhattan
Brooklyn, Queens, the Long Island Sound
The people came from miles around [C] to see us down
The song's dedicated to the fact that you got to recognize the pioneers of rap
[Fm] Come on, _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ _ _ _ _ do it!
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
[Gm] What's up world?
_ It's the Master G, y'all.
[Ab] Sugar Hill Gang.
One to Mike.
Hen [Bb] Diggity, I'm out here with my man, Bob C.
Clare.
Let's do it.
One, two, three, [Fm] hit it.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ Come on, hands up.
Get down.
[Fm] Back in the day when the DJs fun all [Gm] night.
Why the party's fun when the MCs come to rock and bless the mic.
[Bb] No need to worry, no need to hurry.
Them [Ab] grooves are just [C] beautiful.
People popping and locking, breaking and rocking.
Everybody know there ain't no [Fm] stopping.
Come on, y'all.
Get on the floor.
We're gonna take you back and make you [Gm] beg for more.
Ain't no party like an old school party, cause an old school party don't stop.
[Bb] So DJ, rock my favorite junk and [Ab] let me rock the mic.
[C]
Now throw your hands high in the air.
Everybody say, oh yeah.
[Fm] Oh, _ yeah.
Let's _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ do it.
[Bb] _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ Talk to me.
One to Mike.
Come on, get down.
[F] Yes, yes, y'all.
It's one to Mike.
You're not [C] like the rock the [G] house.
I'ma work that party, work that party and baby just bring it down.
[Bb] I'ma give it a hot mop and don't [Ab] dispose.
Let me see that [C] body rock.
Would you have a jacked cock to the side?
Let me hear you say, all [F] right.
The groove so funky, [Fm] furious.
It'll make you dance so [Gm] serious.
When the people hear it now, they start to go [Bb] delirious.
Work it.
Let's work it.
Let's [Ab] work it.
Work [C] it.
Now somebody, everybody, everybody scream.
[Fm] You would _ do _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[Bb] it.
_ _ [F] _ _ _
Now somebody, anybody, [Cm] everybody _ [Ab] scream.
_ _ _ _ Hands from side to [Gm] side. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ _ Let's own it.
Own it, [E] own it, own [C] it.
Act like that. _ _ _ _ _ _
[Fm] One, two, three, four.
It's the honor of the [Gm] Master G show.
Once upon a time not long ago when there was no rap stars on TV [Bb] shows.
No movie deals, no commercial shows.
But soon as business [C] started to grow.
In them days when you took up the art, you did it second for the money and first for the [Fm] heart.
Back then you had to be a true believer
And we all hung at the [Gm] disco fever
DJ Flash in Hollywood
Made it happen, streets of [Ab] Manhattan
Brooklyn, Queens, the Long Island Sound
The people came from miles around [C] to see us down
The song's dedicated to the fact that you got to recognize the pioneers of rap
[Fm] Come on, _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ _ _ _ _ do it!
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _