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wedding songs Lyrics

will.i.am.
Four, tres, two, uno
Listen up ya’ll, ’cause this is it
The beat that I’m bangin’ is the next shit.

Fergie
Fergalicious definition make them boys go loco
They want my treasure so they get their pleasures from my photo
You could see me, you can’t squeeze me
I ain’t easy, I ain’t sleazy
I got reasons why I tease ‘em
Boys just come and go like seasons.

Fergalicious. (So delicious.)
But I ain’t promiscuous
And if you was suspicious
All that shit is fictitious
I blow kisses
That puts them boys on rock, rock
And they be lining down the block just to watch what I got.
(Four, tres, two, uno.)

So delicious
It’s hot, hot
So delicious
I put them boys on rock, rock
So delicious
They want a taste of what I got
I’m Fergalicious
T-t-t-t-t-tasty, tasty.

Fergalicious def… Fergalicious def… Fergalicious def… def def def def def def def def
Fergalicious definition make them boys go crazy
They always claim they know me
Comin’ to me call me Stacy. (Hey Stacy.)
I’m the F to the E R G the I the E
And can’t no other lady put it down like me.

I’m Fergalicious. (So delicious.)
My body stay vicious
I be up in the gym just working on my fitness
He’s my witness
I put yo’ boy on rock rock
And he be linin’ down the block just to watch what I got.
(Four, tres, two, uno.)

So delicious
It’s hot, hot
So delicious
I put them boys on rock, rock
So delicious
They want a taste of what I got
I’m Fergalicious
Hold… hold… hold… hold… hold up check it out.

Baby, baby, baby
If you really want me
Honey get some patience
Maybe then you’ll get a taste
I’ll be tasty, tasty, I’ll be laced with lacey
It’s so tasty, tasty, It’ll make you crazy.

will.i.am
T to the A to the S T E Y girl you tasty, T to the A to the S T E Y girl you tasty
D to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the… to the… to the…
Hit it Fergie.

Fergie
All the time I turn around brother’s gather round always lookin’ at me up and down lookin’ at my…
I just wanna say it now I ain’t tryin to round up drama little mama I don’t wanna take your man
And I know I’m comin’ off just a little bit conceited and I keep on repeating how the boys wanna eat it
But I’m tryin’ to tell, that I can’t be treated like clientele
‘Cause they say she…

Delicious. (So delicious.)
But I ain’t promiscuous
And if you was suspicious
All that shit if fictitious
I blow kisses
That puts them boys on rock, rock
And they be linin’ down the block just to watch what I got
Got, got, got
Four, tres, two, uno.
My body stay vicious
I be up in the gym just working on my fitness
He’s my witness
I put yo’ boy on rock rock
And he be linin’ down the block just to watch what I got.
(Four, tres, two, uno.)

It’s so delicious
Aye, aye, aye, aye
It’s so delicious
Aye, aye, aye, aye
It’s so delicious
Aye, aye, aye, aye
I’m Fergalicious, t-t-t-t-t-tasty, tasty

It’s so delicious
Aye, aye, aye, aye
It’s so delicious
Aye, aye, aye, aye
It’s so delicious
Aye, aye, aye, aye
I’m Fergalicious,

will.i.am
T to the A to the S T E Y girl you tasty, T to the A, to the S T E Y girl you tasty
T to the A to the S T E Y girl you tasty, T to the A, to the… to the… to the… to the…
(Four, tres, two, uno.)
D to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the L I C I O U S to the…
D to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the… to the… to the…
(Four, tres, two, uno.)
T to the A to the S T E Y girl you tasty, T to the A to the S T E Y girl you tasty
T to the A to the S T E Y girl you tasty, T to the A, to the… to the… to the… to the…
(Four, tres, two, uno.)
To the D to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the L I C I O U S to the
D to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the… to the… to the… to the… to the… to the…

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wedding songs Lyrics

Yo, VIP, let’s kick it

Ice Ice Baby
Ice Ice Baby
All right, stop, collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop?
Yo, I don’t know
Turn off the lights and I’ll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle

Dance
Bum rush the speaker that booms
I’m killin your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly when I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it
You better gain way
You better hit bull’s eye, the kid don’t play
If there was a problem, yo, I’ll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla (4X)

Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in and the Vegas are pumpin’
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
I’m cooking MC’s like a pound of bacon
Burning them if they’re not quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi-hat with a souped up tempo
I’m on a roll and it’s time to go solo
Rollin in my 5.0 with my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby
Waving just to say, “hi,”
Did you stop? No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I’m heading to the next block
That block was dead, yo
So, I continued to A1A Beachfront Ave.
Girls were hot, wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis
Jealous, ’cause I’m out getting mine
Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine
Ready for the chumps on the wall
The chumps are acting ill because they’re so full of eight ball
Gunshots ranged out like a bell
I grabbed my nine–
All I heard were shells
Fallin’ on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper, the avenue’s packed
I’m tryin to get away before the jackers jack
Police on the scene, you know what I mean?
They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem, yo, I’ll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla (4X)

Take heed, ’cause I’m a lyrical poet
Miami’s on the scene, just in case you didn’t know it
My town that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
‘Cause my style’s like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed, this is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay plays on the fade, slice like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade
So fast, other DJ’s say, “Damn”
If my rhyme was a drug, I’d sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it’s time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem, Yo, I’ll solve it
Check out the hook while D-Shay revolves it.

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla (4X)
Ice

Yo man–let’s get out of here!
Word to your mother!

Ice Ice baby Too Cold
Ice Ice baby Too Cold Too cold (3X)

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wedding songs Lyrics

Oh my god, Becky, look at her butt
It’s is so big
She looks like one of those rap guy’s girlfriends
But, you know,
Who understands those rap guys
They only talk to her because she looks like a total prostitute, ok?
I mean her butt
It’s just so big
I can’t believe it’s just so round
It’s like out there
I mean, gross
Look, she’s just so… black!

I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can’t deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty-bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung
Wanna pull up tough
Cuz you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she’s wearing
I’m hooked and I can’t stop staring
Oh, baby I wanna get wit’cha
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But that butt you got makes (m-m-me so horny)
Ooh, rump of smooth skin
You say you wanna get in my Benz
Well use me, use me, ’cause you ain’t that average groupie

I’ve seen her dancin’
To hell with romancin’
She’s sweat, wet, got it goin’ like a turbo ‘Vette
I’m tired of magazines
saying flat butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back, so…
Fellas (yeah), fellas (yeah)
Has your girlfriend got the butt (hell yeah)
Tell them to shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it,
shake that healthy butt
Baby got back

(L.A. face with an Oakland booty)
Baby got back
(L.A. face with an Oakland booty)

I like ‘em round and big
And when I’m throwin’ a gig
I just can’t help myself
I’m actin’ like an animal
Now here’s my scandal
I wanna get you home
And uh, double-up, uh, uh
I ain’t talkin’ bout Playboy
’cause silicone parts are made for toys
I want ‘em real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mixalot’s in trouble
Beggin’ for a piece of that bubble
So I’m lookin’ at rock videos
Knock-kneed bimbos walkin’ like ho’s
You can have them bimbos
I’ll keep my women like Flo Jo
A word to the thick soul sistas
I wanna get wit’cha
I won’t cuss or hit ya
But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna (fuck)
Til the break of dawn
Baby got it goin’ on
A lot of simps won’t like this song
Because them punks like to hit it and quit it
And I’d rather stay and play
Cuz I’m long and I’m strong
And I’m down to get the friction on
So ladies (yeah), ladies (yeah)
If you wanna role in my Mercedes? (yeah)
Then turn around
Stick it out
Even white boys got to shout
“Baby got back”
Baby got back

Yeah baby
When it comes to females
Cosmo ain’t got nothin’ to do with my selection
36-24-36 ha ha
Only if she’s 5’3″

So your girlfriend rolls a Honda
Playin’ workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain’t got a motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don’t want none unless you got buns hun
You can do side bends or sit-ups, but please don’t lose that butt
Some brothers wanna play that hard role
and tell you that the butt ain’t gold
So they toss it and leave it
And I pull up quick to retrieve it
So Cosmo says you’re fat
Well I ain’t down with that
Cuz your waist is small and your curves are kickin’
And I’m thinkin’ bout stickin’
To the beanpole dames in the magazines
You ain’t it Miss Thang
Give me a sista I can’t resist her
Red beans and rice didn’t miss her
Some knucklehead tried to diss
Cuz his girls are on my list
He had game but he chose to hit ‘em
And I pull up quick to get with ‘em
So ladies if the butt is round
And you want a triple X throw down
Dial 1-900-Mix-A-Lot and kick them nasty thoughts
Baby got back
Baby got back

Little in the middle but she got much back
Little in the middle but she got much back
Little in the middle but she got much back
Little in the middle but she got much back

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wedding songs  Lyrics

will.i.am.
Four, tres, two, uno
Listen up ya’ll, ’cause this is it
The beat that I’m bangin’ is the next shit.

Fergie
Fergalicious definition make them boys go loco
They want my treasure so they get their pleasures from my photo
You could see me, you can’t squeeze me
I ain’t easy, I ain’t sleazy
I got reasons why I tease ‘em
Boys just come and go like seasons.

Fergalicious. (So delicious.)
But I ain’t promiscuous
And if you was suspicious
All that shit is fictitious
I blow kisses
That puts them boys on rock, rock
And they be lining down the block just to watch what I got.
(Four, tres, two, uno.)

So delicious
It’s hot, hot
So delicious
I put them boys on rock, rock
So delicious
They want a taste of what I got
I’m Fergalicious
T-t-t-t-t-tasty, tasty.

Fergalicious def… Fergalicious def… Fergalicious def… def def def def def def def def
Fergalicious definition make them boys go crazy
They always claim they know me
Comin’ to me call me Stacy. (Hey Stacy.)
I’m the F to the E R G the I the E
And can’t no other lady put it down like me.

I’m Fergalicious. (So delicious.)
My body stay vicious
I be up in the gym just working on my fitness
He’s my witness
I put yo’ boy on rock rock
And he be linin’ down the block just to watch what I got.
(Four, tres, two, uno.)

So delicious
It’s hot, hot
So delicious
I put them boys on rock, rock
So delicious
They want a taste of what I got
I’m Fergalicious
Hold… hold… hold… hold… hold up check it out.

Baby, baby, baby
If you really want me
Honey get some patience
Maybe then you’ll get a taste
I’ll be tasty, tasty, I’ll be laced with lacey
It’s so tasty, tasty, It’ll make you crazy.

will.i.am
T to the A to the S T E Y girl you tasty, T to the A to the S T E Y girl you tasty
D to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the… to the… to the…
Hit it Fergie.

Fergie
All the time I turn around brother’s gather round always lookin’ at me up and down lookin’ at my…
I just wanna say it now I ain’t tryin to round up drama little mama I don’t wanna take your man
And I know I’m comin’ off just a little bit conceited and I keep on repeating how the boys wanna eat it
But I’m tryin’ to tell, that I can’t be treated like clientele
‘Cause they say she…

Delicious. (So delicious.)
But I ain’t promiscuous
And if you was suspicious
All that shit if fictitious
I blow kisses
That puts them boys on rock, rock
And they be linin’ down the block just to watch what I got
Got, got, got
Four, tres, two, uno.
My body stay vicious
I be up in the gym just working on my fitness
He’s my witness
I put yo’ boy on rock rock
And he be linin’ down the block just to watch what I got.
(Four, tres, two, uno.)

It’s so delicious
Aye, aye, aye, aye
It’s so delicious
Aye, aye, aye, aye
It’s so delicious
Aye, aye, aye, aye
I’m Fergalicious, t-t-t-t-t-tasty, tasty

It’s so delicious
Aye, aye, aye, aye
It’s so delicious
Aye, aye, aye, aye
It’s so delicious
Aye, aye, aye, aye
I’m Fergalicious, t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t…

will.i.am
T to the A to the S T E Y girl you tasty, T to the A, to the S T E Y girl you tasty
T to the A to the S T E Y girl you tasty, T to the A, to the… to the… to the… to the…
(Four, tres, two, uno.)
D to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the L I C I O U S to the…
D to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the… to the… to the…
(Four, tres, two, uno.)
T to the A to the S T E Y girl you tasty, T to the A to the S T E Y girl you tasty
T to the A to the S T E Y girl you tasty, T to the A, to the… to the… to the… to the…
(Four, tres, two, uno.)
To the D to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the L I C I O U S to the
D to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the… to the… to the… to the… to the… to the…

Lyrics

will.i.am.
Four, tres, two, uno
Listen up ya’ll, ’cause this is it
The beat that I’m bangin’ is the next shit.

Fergie
Fergalicious definition make them boys go loco
They want my treasure so they get their pleasures from my photo
You could see me, you can’t squeeze me
I ain’t easy, I ain’t sleazy
I got reasons why I tease ‘em
Boys just come and go like seasons.

Fergalicious. (So delicious.)
But I ain’t promiscuous
And if you was suspicious
All that shit is fictitious
I blow kisses
That puts them boys on rock, rock
And they be lining down the block just to watch what I got.
(Four, tres, two, uno.)

So delicious
It’s hot, hot
So delicious
I put them boys on rock, rock
So delicious
They want a taste of what I got
I’m Fergalicious
T-t-t-t-t-tasty, tasty.

Fergalicious def… Fergalicious def… Fergalicious def… def def def def def def def def
Fergalicious definition make them boys go crazy
They always claim they know me
Comin’ to me call me Stacy. (Hey Stacy.)
I’m the F to the E R G the I the E
And can’t no other lady put it down like me.

I’m Fergalicious. (So delicious.)
My body stay vicious
I be up in the gym just working on my fitness
He’s my witness
I put yo’ boy on rock rock
And he be linin’ down the block just to watch what I got.
(Four, tres, two, uno.)

So delicious
It’s hot, hot
So delicious
I put them boys on rock, rock
So delicious
They want a taste of what I got
I’m Fergalicious
Hold… hold… hold… hold… hold up check it out.

Baby, baby, baby
If you really want me
Honey get some patience
Maybe then you’ll get a taste
I’ll be tasty, tasty, I’ll be laced with lacey
It’s so tasty, tasty, It’ll make you crazy.

will.i.am
T to the A to the S T E Y girl you tasty, T to the A to the S T E Y girl you tasty
D to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the… to the… to the…
Hit it Fergie.

Fergie
All the time I turn around brother’s gather round always lookin’ at me up and down lookin’ at my…
I just wanna say it now I ain’t tryin to round up drama little mama I don’t wanna take your man
And I know I’m comin’ off just a little bit conceited and I keep on repeating how the boys wanna eat it
But I’m tryin’ to tell, that I can’t be treated like clientele
‘Cause they say she…

Delicious. (So delicious.)
But I ain’t promiscuous
And if you was suspicious
All that shit if fictitious
I blow kisses
That puts them boys on rock, rock
And they be linin’ down the block just to watch what I got
Got, got, got
Four, tres, two, uno.
My body stay vicious
I be up in the gym just working on my fitness
He’s my witness
I put yo’ boy on rock rock
And he be linin’ down the block just to watch what I got.
(Four, tres, two, uno.)

It’s so delicious
Aye, aye, aye, aye
It’s so delicious
Aye, aye, aye, aye
It’s so delicious
Aye, aye, aye, aye
I’m Fergalicious, t-t-t-t-t-tasty, tasty

It’s so delicious
Aye, aye, aye, aye
It’s so delicious
Aye, aye, aye, aye
It’s so delicious
Aye, aye, aye, aye
I’m Fergalicious, t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t…

will.i.am
T to the A to the S T E Y girl you tasty, T to the A, to the S T E Y girl you tasty
T to the A to the S T E Y girl you tasty, T to the A, to the… to the… to the… to the…
(Four, tres, two, uno.)
D to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the L I C I O U S to the…
D to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the… to the… to the…
(Four, tres, two, uno.)
T to the A to the S T E Y girl you tasty, T to the A to the S T E Y girl you tasty
T to the A to the S T E Y girl you tasty, T to the A, to the… to the… to the… to the…
(Four, tres, two, uno.)
To the D to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the L I C I O U S to the
D to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the… to the… to the… to the… to the… to the…