Fergie

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• Titre : Get your hands up
• Album : Fergie as the Dutchess
• Année : 2006

Paroles :

Hands up
Coming with rhythms to make your head jerk
Hands up
We makin' the whole joint short circuit

Hands high
Touch the sky
Get 'em up
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up (get 'em up)

[VERSE 1]
We goin' make you move
We goin' make it hot
Elbows above your heads peoples
We holdin' up the spot

We goin' get it going
Even if y'all don't be knowing
"y'all don't be knowin'"
Cuz this shit that we throwing get going gone retarded

Start it up
Banging out hits now we chartin' up
Didn't mean bump ya' pardon us
Diggin' this cut cuz we sharpened up

You dumbin' it down we smartened it up
We penetrate even though your guard was up
Get down to the peas cuz we fallin' up
Electric cuz we like charging up

We the
B.e.peas uh
Rhythmic sonic pleaser
Getcha hot like fever
Boiling (two) hundred degrees ahhhh

Your burning up
Heats getting low let me turn it up
Let me fuck up your ear till my sperm is up
In your brain and the baby will.i.am's be saying

[HOOK]

[VERSE 2]
Tabamatic flows deeper than atlantic o's
Apl de ap got ridiculous flows
Catchin' rhythm makin' 'em grow

Mathematic apl will go
Up in the scene we original
You know what I mean bep mineral
Stormin' strong for (the) several

Baracade laid for you terribles
Ho, I'm the chief Filipino
Letting you know we about to blow
Will.i.am, ap and tab double o

Set 'em up shut 'em down get 'em up
Time for us to raise it up
Never going down always headin' up
Raise your hands cuz we blaze it up

Anybody here who waited long
To you i dedicate this song
Ain't nothing wrong gotta make it right
Straight to the point this is the new joint

And you know this is the jam y'all
Come on down and dance y'all
Have a ball y'all
Throw your hands up

[HOOK]

[VERSE 3]
Black eyed peas will announce
Some things that you can't avoid
You need to ba-ba-ba bounce to this
Ba-ba-ba-ba bounce to our joint

We come with more than an ounce
More like a tone full of noise
So ba-ba-ba-ba bounce to this
Ba-ba-ba-ba bounce to our joint

We came getcha getcha
Bouncin' so getcha getcha
Ass up we gotcha gotcha
Movin' lets make it hotta'

Hotta' then moltin' lava
Bubblin' like boilin' water
Ahhhhh

[HOOK]

[VAMP]
Hands up, getcha hands up
(get) your hands in the air like it's a stick up
Hands up getcha hands up
The reason why they up cuz we rip shit up

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• Titre : Sans titre
• Album : Fergie as the Dutchess
• Année : 2006

Paroles :

The devil comes and I try to stall and
Soon my subconscious and conscious might start to brawl
And I put up my walls
And they begin to fall
As this cunning demon takes me as it voodoo doll
Darkness sets in as the horns start to grow
Suddenly I become somebody I dont know

[Chorus]
Whoa-what do I do?
Ooh ooh ooh oh
This body's temple of doom
Whoa-what can I say?
To-ohh-ohh oh make all of this go away
I got many different names, but 2u it's all the same
I be the crawlin in your skin, I be the reason 4 your sin
I be the cunning in your charm, and I be the needle in your arm
Call me once might let you got, call me twice and then IM gonna get ya

Mind playin tricks on me
Im paranoid, homie
Nobody know what Im going through
God, I'm so lonely
I know I'm loosin it
I'm hearing..wispering
Somebody's watching me, clockin me, hear my heart tickin'
Worshiping 2gods can get you in deep
Crystal ball show you things you're not supposed to see

[Chorus]
Whoa-what do I do?
Ooh ooh ooh oh
This body's temple of doom
Whoa-what can I say?
To-ohh-ohh oh make all of this go away
I got many different names, but 2u it's all the same
I be the crawlin in your skin, I be the reason 4 your sin
I be the cunning in your charm, and I be the needle in your arm
Call me once might let you got, call me twice and then IM gonna get ya

You know I'm comin for ya, u know Im gonna get ya

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• Titre : Glamorous
• Album : Fergie as the Dutchess
• Année : 2006

Paroles :

If you ain't got no money take yo'broke ass home
You say: If you ain't got no money take yo'broke ass home
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S

[B-Section:]
We flying the first class
Up in the sky
Poppin' champagne
Livin' the life
In the fast lane
And I wont change
For the glamorous, oh the flossy flossy

[chorus:]
The glamorous,
The glamorous, glamorous (the glamorous life)
For the glamorous, oh the flossy flossy

[Verse:]
Wear them gold and diamonds rings
All them things don't mean a thing
Chaperons and limousines
Shopping for expensive things
I be on the movie screens
Magazines and boogie scenes
I'm not clean, I'm not pristine
I'm no queen, I'm no machine
I still go to Taco Bell
Drive through, Ross, hell
I don't care, I'm still real
No matter how many records I sell
After the show or after the Grammies
I like to go cool out with the family
Sippin', reminiscing on days when I had a Mustang
And now I'm in...

[B-section then chorus]

[Ludacris:]
I'm talking Champagne wishes, caviar dreams
You deserve nothing but all the finer things
Now this whole world has no clue to do with us
I've got enough money in the bank for the two of us
Brother gotta keep enough lettuce
To support your shoe fetish
Lifestyles so rich and famous
Robin Leach will get jealous
Half a million for the stones
Taking trips from here to Rome
So If you ain't got no money take yo'broke ass home
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S

[B-section + chorus x2]

[Verse:]
I got problems up to here
I've got people in my ear
Telling me these crazy things
That I don't want to know (fuck y'all)
I've got money in the bank
And I'd really like to thank
All the fans, I'd like to thank
Thank you really though
Cause I remember yesterday
When I dreamt about the days
When I'd rock on MTV, that be really dope
Damn, It's been a long road
And the industry is cold
I'm glad my daddy tell me so, he let his daughter know.

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• Titre : Sans titre 1
• Album : Fergie as the Dutchess
• Année : 2006

Paroles :

Your pedestal is falling down , falling down, falling down
Your pedestal is falling down, falling down, falling down, da da da da da da

[Verse 1:]
Record sales are on the mark
Cuz thats about the time the rumors start
Where all the people talking out their ass
Well, someone gotta school ya cause ya got no class
Well I've paid my dues
I'm a seasoned dame
So why you gotta throw salt in my game
You hide behind the computer screens so that you dont have to be seen
How could a person be so mean

[chorus:]
Who are you-and what do you do
To make you think you are above me
But have you walked in my shoes
The pedestal
You put yourself on
Well since I'm breaking it down now
It's gonna collapse and be gone -gone-gone-gone-gone

[verse 2]
Probably one of them tag a longs down 4 the free t- shirt
Cuz you're a hanger on
You think you got my figured out
Never met me have no clue what I'm about
Maybe I got things you wish you had
You need to stop the hate and get a pen and pad
I work around the clock , so fill your smoth up with a sock
And get you head up off your jock
Tell me who you are and what your background is
Tell me how you're feelin' when you listen to this

[chorus]

[Bridge:]
Your pedestal is falling down, falling down, falling down
Your pedestal is falling down, falling down, falling down, dum dum dum dum
Your pedestal is falling down, falling down, falling down
Your pedestal is falling down, falling down, falling down, da da da da da da
Tell me who you are and what your background is
Tell me how you're feelin' when you listen to this
You think I dont see you on the internet , I read it, dont think I wont forget

[chorus x2]