Biografía:
The Lonely Island es un trío de cómicos estadounidenses formado por Akiva Schaffer, Jorma Taccone, y Andy Samberg (aka The Dudes). El grupo se formó originalmente en Berkeley, California en el año 2001, pero actualmente residen en New York City. Ellos escriben, producen y colaboran en los “SNL Digital Shorts” del programa estadounidense Saturday Night Live (Samberg figura como miembro del cast, mientras que taccone y Schaffer son guionistas).
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Otras canciones:
- I Just Had Sex
- I Just Had Sex (feat. Akon)
- I'm On A Boat
- Jack Sparrow
- Ji$@ In My Pants
- The Creep
- Yolo (feat. Adam Levine)
- 3
- Boombox
- Cool Guys Dont Look At Explosions
- Dick In A Box
- Finest Girl Bin Laden Song
- Hugs
- Im On A Boat
- Incredible Thoughts
- Jizz In My Pants
- Like A Boss
- Metaphor
- Mona Lisa
- Mother Lover
- Rocky
- Sax Man
- Spring Break Anthem
- Yolo
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
"Hugs" (feat. Pharrell) by The Lonely Island
Tabbed by Moonguy16
The entire song is just these three chords.
CAPO ON 1; F, G, Am, G
F four counts, G four counts, Am six counts, G two counts
Rap (You can just play F if you want)
WE. ARE NOT. GENTLEMEN.
F G
Yo - I'll hug a girl like it don't mean nothin'
Am G
Then turn around and start huggin' cousin.
F G
I don't love 'em, end of the fuckin' discussion
Am G
Got 'em tucked between my wings like Thanksgiving stuffing.
F G
She wanna hug from behind - I did it.
Am G
Then her friend jump in; I'm with' it.
F G
I hug 'em tighter than a tube top;
Am
After that, it's just a matter of time
G
Before the other shoe drop.
F G
I get more hugs than Oprah selling drugs,
Am G
And the drug was pure X - no!, Mary Jo Sex.
Just hugs.
[Hook: Pharrell Williams]
F G Am
Don't get mad, girl. We get mad girls,
G F
And we're hugging all over the world.
G Am
So don't catch feelings, it ain't love.
G F
We're just the kings of giving out hugs.
G Am G
And if you wanna settle down, you know you got us all wrong,
F G
So we move to the next one, no disrespect, hon
Am F
But you can't hug a rolling stone.
[NOTE: There is no other chord changes, just repeat]
[TLI:]
You can't hug a rolling stone cause it'll crush you.
Begging me to hug you again? That's when I shush you.
On an airplane, at a Knick game,
Feel the same damn thing when I hug them,
Which is nothing.
Can't trust them, lose all respect when I hug them.
Now guess who's back in the motherfucking house
With a fat hug for your sweater and your blouse.
Hugged so many ladies, arms shaky and shit,
Because I'm the Wilt Chamberlain of the upper-body grip.
Cause I get more hugs than a batch of puppy pugs,
Sitting on a fluffy rug, getting tickled touched and rubbed.
(OH SHIT!)
Real talk, like you chatting with a fisherman.
Wrap these chicks up like a motherfucking swisher, man.
[Pharrell:]
This ain't love girl, because this hug world
Is just a big Game of Thrones.
We be king of the castle, got arms like a lasso.
But you can't hug a rolling stone.
I been hugging on your mama,
Especially when your daddy's gone,
Wearing his pajamas,
I know you thinking that is wrong.
I don't care what some does,
I'm concentrating on her back.
I just wanna hug your mama in her Subaru hatchback.
Put her in a figure-4, yes I'm a hug gigolo.
Now she tells her tupperware friends to let their sisters know...
[TLI:]
... that I give more hugs than Atlas had shrugs
(Brush my head on her shoulder)
While your man mean mugs
[Pharrell:]
We had fun, girl. But don't get swung, girl
Just because I hugged you raw.
We can do a group thing, bring Sarah and Suan
And we can have a hug-a-trois.
So quit trying to own my hugs
I gave you these arms on loan
So come give me a hug,
The waistline and above.
When push comes to shove,
You can't hug a rolling stone.
Hug yo' bad P, bitches.
Tabbed by Moonguy16
The entire song is just these three chords.
CAPO ON 1; F, G, Am, G
F four counts, G four counts, Am six counts, G two counts
Rap (You can just play F if you want)
WE. ARE NOT. GENTLEMEN.
F G
Yo - I'll hug a girl like it don't mean nothin'
Am G
Then turn around and start huggin' cousin.
F G
I don't love 'em, end of the fuckin' discussion
Am G
Got 'em tucked between my wings like Thanksgiving stuffing.
F G
She wanna hug from behind - I did it.
Am G
Then her friend jump in; I'm with' it.
F G
I hug 'em tighter than a tube top;
Am
After that, it's just a matter of time
G
Before the other shoe drop.
F G
I get more hugs than Oprah selling drugs,
Am G
And the drug was pure X - no!, Mary Jo Sex.
Just hugs.
[Hook: Pharrell Williams]
F G Am
Don't get mad, girl. We get mad girls,
G F
And we're hugging all over the world.
G Am
So don't catch feelings, it ain't love.
G F
We're just the kings of giving out hugs.
G Am G
And if you wanna settle down, you know you got us all wrong,
F G
So we move to the next one, no disrespect, hon
Am F
But you can't hug a rolling stone.
[NOTE: There is no other chord changes, just repeat]
[TLI:]
You can't hug a rolling stone cause it'll crush you.
Begging me to hug you again? That's when I shush you.
On an airplane, at a Knick game,
Feel the same damn thing when I hug them,
Which is nothing.
Can't trust them, lose all respect when I hug them.
Now guess who's back in the motherfucking house
With a fat hug for your sweater and your blouse.
Hugged so many ladies, arms shaky and shit,
Because I'm the Wilt Chamberlain of the upper-body grip.
Cause I get more hugs than a batch of puppy pugs,
Sitting on a fluffy rug, getting tickled touched and rubbed.
(OH SHIT!)
Real talk, like you chatting with a fisherman.
Wrap these chicks up like a motherfucking swisher, man.
[Pharrell:]
This ain't love girl, because this hug world
Is just a big Game of Thrones.
We be king of the castle, got arms like a lasso.
But you can't hug a rolling stone.
I been hugging on your mama,
Especially when your daddy's gone,
Wearing his pajamas,
I know you thinking that is wrong.
I don't care what some does,
I'm concentrating on her back.
I just wanna hug your mama in her Subaru hatchback.
Put her in a figure-4, yes I'm a hug gigolo.
Now she tells her tupperware friends to let their sisters know...
[TLI:]
... that I give more hugs than Atlas had shrugs
(Brush my head on her shoulder)
While your man mean mugs
[Pharrell:]
We had fun, girl. But don't get swung, girl
Just because I hugged you raw.
We can do a group thing, bring Sarah and Suan
And we can have a hug-a-trois.
So quit trying to own my hugs
I gave you these arms on loan
So come give me a hug,
The waistline and above.
When push comes to shove,
You can't hug a rolling stone.
Hug yo' bad P, bitches.
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