Pharrell Williams (born April 5, 1973), commonly known simply as Pharrell, is an American rapper, singer, record producer, composer, and fashion designer. Williams and Chad Hugo make up the record production duo The Neptunes, producing hip hop and R&B music. He is also the lead vocalist and drummer of hip-hop band N.E.R.D, which he formed with Hugo and childhood friend Shay Haley. He released his first single "Frontin'" in 2003 and followed up with his first album In My Mind in 2006.
As part of The Neptunes, Williams has produced numerous hit singles for various musicians. The two have earned three Grammy Awards amongst ten nominations. He is also the co-founder of the clothing brands Billionaire Boys Club and Ice Cream Clothing. He is a member of the supergroup V.A. Playaz with Fam-Lay, Clipse, Skillz, Missy Elliott, and Timbaland & Magoo.
Pharrell Williams was born on April 5, 1973, in Virginia Beach, Virginia, the eldest of three sons of Carolyn, a teacher, and Pharaoh Williams, a handyman. He met Chad Hugo in a seventh-grade summer band camp where Williams played the keyboards and drums and Hugo played tenor saxophone. They were also both members of a marching band; Williams played the snare drum while Chad was student conductor. With Hugo, Williams attended Princess Anne High School where they played in the school band; there he got the name Skateboard P.
Norma Jeane Mortensen Baker (June 1, 1926 – August 5, 1962), professionally recognized as Marilyn Monroe, was an American actress, model, and singer, who became a major sex symbol, starring in a number of commercially successful motion pictures during the 1950s and early 1960s.
After spending much of her childhood in foster homes, Monroe began a career as a model, which led to a film contract in 1946 with Twentieth Century-Fox. Her early film appearances were minor, but her performances in The Asphalt Jungle and All About Eve (both 1950) drew attention to her. By 1953, Monroe had progressed to a leading role in Niagara (1953), a melodramatic film noir that dwelt on her seductiveness. Her "dumb blonde" persona was used to comic effect in subsequent films such as Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (1953), How to Marry a Millionaire (1953) and The Seven Year Itch (1955). Limited by typecasting, Monroe studied at the Actors Studio to broaden her range. Her dramatic performance in Bus Stop (1956) was hailed by critics and garnered a Golden Globe nomination. Her production company, Marilyn Monroe Productions, released The Prince and the Showgirl (1957), for which she received a BAFTA Award nomination and won a David di Donatello award. She received a Golden Globe Award for her performance in Some Like It Hot (1959). Monroe's last completed film was The Misfits, co-starring Clark Gable with screenplay by her then-husband, Arthur Miller.
Robin Charles Thicke ( /ˈθɪk/; born March 10, 1977) is an American R&B singer-songwriter, musician, composer, and actor. Thicke's albums, which he previously released under the name Thicke, are noted for their feature of a predominantly R&B sound. Thicke has written hits for popular artists such as Jennifer Hudson, Usher, Mary J. Blige and Raven-Symoné. Thicke has also been acknowledged for his work in popular albums such as Confessions and Tha Carter III.
Thicke is a judge on the ABC show Duets.
Before his days as a singer-songwriter, Thicke had written "Love Is On My Side" on Brandy's self-titled album and a number of songs for 3T's "Sexual Attention" and collaborated with Jordan Knight, Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis on several songs in Knight's 1999 album Jordan Knight. He also co-wrote the songs "When You Put Your Hands On Me" for Christina Aguilera's debut album and "No Tears on My Pillow" for Mýa's sophomore release, Fear of Flying. As an artist, he recorded and performed solely under his surname, Thicke. He would continue to do so until 2005.
Alan Carr (born 14 June 1976) is an English comedian and television personality. Born in Weymouth, he was raised in Northampton before moving to Manchester in his early 20s. Carr was inspired to become a comedian here and made his breakthrough in 2001, winning the City Life Best Newcomer of the Year and the BBC New Comedy Award.
In the ensuing years, his career burgeoned on the Manchester comedy circuit, and became well known for hosting the Friday Night Project with Justin Lee Collins. Carr hosted a radio show, Going Out with Alan Carr on BBC Radio 2 as well as a television show, Alan Carr: Chatty Man for Channel 4. Carr has also had two arena tours, the first in 2007 entitled Tooth Fairy Live and the second in 2011 entitled Spexy Beast Live.
Carr was born in Weymouth, Dorset, and grew up partly in Northampton where he went to Weston Favell School. His father is former Northampton Town and Nuneaton Borough F.C. manager Graham Carr. On his father's side, his family hail from North East England. Carr has a younger brother, Gary. Carr gained a BA (Hons) degree in Drama and Theatre Studies, graduating with a 2:1 from Middlesex University.
Edward Theodore Riley (born October 8, 1967), professionally known as Teddy Riley, is a Grammy Award winning, American singer-songwriter, musician, keyboardist, and record producer credited with the creation of the New Jack Swing. Through his production work with Michael Jackson, Bobby Brown, Doug E. Fresh, Today, Keith Sweat, Heavy D., Usher, Jane Child, etc. and membership of the groups Guy and Blackstreet, Riley is credited with having a massive impact and seminal influence on the formation of contemporary R&B, hip-hop, soul, and pop since the 1980s. Riley is reputed to be worth $80 million due to his productions."
Teddy Riley was raised in St. Nicholas Houses, Harlem, New York. Riley, a child prodigy since the age of 5, began playing instruments in the church. His uncle, who owned the famed Harlem club The Rooftop, built a studio in the club in which Riley would spend most of his time while growing up. By 14, upstart New York rappers began making music to his tracks. Under the guidance of local music producer Gene Griffin, Riley formed the short-lived group Kids At Work. At the age of 17, Riley produced Kool Moe Dee's 12" single, "Go See the Doctor". Released on an independent label in 1986, the song became a crossover hit, reaching #89 on The Billboard Hot 100. Riley had previously worked on the production of Doug E. Fresh and the Get Fresh Crew's "The Show" in 1985. His brother in law is popular R&B crooner Omar Chandler.
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don't you act like you afraida
Shh...
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don't worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey
Shake shake shake your money maker
Like you were shaking it for some paper
Took your mama 9 months to make ya
Might as well shake what ya mama gave ya
You ... you looking good in them jeans
I bet you look even better with me in between
I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind
But yous a hell of a distraction when you shake your behind
I got * on my right side pouring some cups
My whole hood is to my left and they ain't giving a fuck
So feel free to get lose and get carried away
So by tomorrow you forgot what you was saying today
But don't forget about this feeling that I'm making you get
And all the calories you burn from me making you sweat
The mile high points you earn when we taking my jet
And how everywhere you turn I'll be making you wet..
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don't you act like you afraida
Shh...
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don't worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey
Switch, switch, switch it from right to left and..
Switch it till you running right out of breath and..
Take a break until you ready again and..
You can invite over as many friends as..
Ya want to, but I really want you
Just be thankful that Pharrell gave you something to bump to...HEYY
Luda...I'm at the top of my game
You want my hands from the bottom to top of your frame
And I...just wanna take a lil ride on your curves
And get erotic giving your body just what it deserves and..
Let me give you some swimming lessons on the penis
Backstroke, breaststroke, stroke of a genius...YUPP
Call me the renaissance man
Get up and I stay harder than a cinder block mannn....HEYY
I'm just a bedroom gangster
And I been meaning to tell ya that I really must thank ya when ya..
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don't you act like you afraida
Shh...
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don't worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey
Rock rock rock it and make it work girl
Please don't stop it until it hurt girl
You..you been looking a little tipsy
So if you could just shake it a little this way
See ima member of the BBC
The original bread winna of DTP
And you the center of attention thats distracting the squad
Cause everybody in the camp is like OH MY GODD..she could
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don't you act like you afraida
Shh...
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don't worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
(Pharrell)
Mami, you miss me, don’t you?
Haters, wish you could hit me, don’t you?
(Heh) You should call me uncle
I understand, I’m back by popular demand
That new CL slide
Outside of Popeyes, eatin’ chicken and fries
(Word up) Yeah, come holla at your uncle
I understand, I’m back by popular demand
(Pusha T)
You are now listening to the all-time phenomenal
Used to bag work in VA at Econo Lo
Now I’m layin’ out at the Delino though
But don’t get it twisted, the Uzi’s in the liner, no
Hollow tip, dum-dums, and flesh like piranhas know
Such a scary thing to hear the souls sing Geronimo
Pull up in the CL, the ship’s astronomical
Hoes linin’ up on the curb, they fall like dominoes
Used to have this white bitch, she looked like Madonna though
Heard that she fuckin’ LeBron, but shit, I don’t know
Like that, Bron-Bron? I had that long time ago
Butt-nekkid, on the balcony at the Dallino
I mean the Delano, I mean Pharrell’ll know
The head shop bitch from DC? Hey, P, let ‘em know
(Yeah, that bitch was hot, nigga) But it was time to go
Them hoes come in eeny, meeny, minie moe
(Pharrell)
Mami, you miss me, don’t you?
Haters, wish you could hit me, don’t you?
(Heh) You should call me uncle
I understand, I’m back by popular demand
That new CL slide
Outside of Popeyes, eatin’ chicken and fries
(Word up) Yeah, come holla at your uncle
I understand, I’m back by popular demand
(Cam’ron)
Why wouldn’t I be? Look at shorty (Daaamn)
Uh, mami good down to the cuticles (I’m Caaaam)
What’s your name, beautiful, like (Caaam)
I could get used to your (Raaam)
If you knew what I used to do
But call me, I’m old, what, Uncle Cam?
I tax (Like who?) Like Uncle Sam
From the jungle fam, where niggas bundle grams
Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble and
(Aaaand) The gat on, the belt on the hip
(Aaaand) I keep it fa’ rell with the clips (Clips)
Drive a hard bargain (Bargain)
I’m Harlem’s only God gorgon, car foreign
Duh, the man st-st-stutter by
I knew your moms well, tell your mother hi
I’m the other guy that got your mother high
Up like a caterpillar, I make butter fly
(Pharrell)
Mami, you miss me, don’t you?
Haters, wish you could hit me, don’t you?
(Heh) You should call me uncle
I understand, I’m back by popular demand
That new CL slide
Outside of Popeyes, eatin’ chicken and fries
(Word up) Yeah, come holla at your uncle
I understand, I’m back by popular demand
(Malice)
Cot damn, the boy’s back
For pushing a mountain of Sno-Caps or avoiding the Kojak
The pioneer of the coke rap
I’m dancin’ with the stars, steppin’ on blow, doin’ the toe-tap
The dope return like I had it on LoJack
It made its way home like a road map
I fathered this
If I misled any kid that’s fatherless
That burden’s on my soul as long as I exist
Generation lost, they sayin’ they can’t reach us
The answer is the Lord, like Saturday Night Fever
I kept it in the crib, it made me a light sleeper
Whether watchin’ for the Feds or avoiding the Grim Reaper
Way deeper than rap
Money and hoes, it’s deeper than that
Fight the temptation, but it keep comin’ back
Money stack to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense
Who knew those commas meant you could lose your common sense?
Before it’s too late, all I can tell ‘em is repent
(Pharrell)
Mami, you miss me, don’t you?
Haters, wish you could hit me, don’t you?
(Heh) You should call me uncle
I understand, I’m back by popular demand
That new CL slide
Outside of Popeyes, eatin’ chicken and fries
(Word up) Yeah, come holla at your uncle
Pharrell)
Ok we wrote this for a purpose, to motivate you at this
time
With this hypnotizing bassline, please feel free to
lose your mind
Then get high, get money, get sex, get real all
intertwined
Oh yah, this is stadium music 50,000 at a time
(Chorus)
Let's get right, let's get right
Lets's get right, okay (okay)
Let's get right, let's get right
Lets's get right, okay (okay)
All the girls want, Hot N Fun
All they lookin for is, Hot N Fun
All they ask for is, Hot N Fun
They keep wantin that, Hot N Fun
Look at you, look at me
Look at you, look at me
Hot N Fun, Hot N Fun
...Let it go (Pharrell)
(Shae)
Homeboy, she's dancing for a reason, not just cause on
I'm on her hind,
Homeboy, it's totally obvi, you don't be listening to
her mind,
She want to get right, get money, get sex, get real,
all intertwined
This is stadium music, fifty thou jumping at a time
(Chorus)
Let's get right, let's get right
Lets's get right, okay (okay)
Let's get right, let's get right
Lets's get right, okay (okay)
All the girls want, Hot N Fun
All they lookin for is, Hot N Fun
All they ask for is, Hot N Fun
They keep wantin that, Hot N Fun
Look at you, look at me
Look at you, look at me
Hot N Fun, Hot N Fun
(Nelly Furtado)
Everybody's breathing,
Love into lust,
So many reasons,
To save the cast,
Cause tis the season
(Pharrell)
To a new day,
People don't want to think no more, they just want to
feel
They want to let go
(Chorus)
Let's get right, let's get right
Let's get right, okay (okay)
Let's get right, let's get right
Let's get right, okay (okay)
All the girls want, Hot N Fun
All they looking for is, Hot N Fun
All they ask for is, Hot N Fun
They keep wanting that, Hot N Fun
Look at you, look at me
Look at you, look at me
Hot N Fun, Hot N Fun
Nelly Furtado:
Everybody's breathing,
Love into lust,
So many reasons,
To save the cast,
Cause tis the season
...Come on(Pharrell)
Let's get right, let's get right
Let's get right, okay (okay)
Let's get right, let's get right
Let's get right, okay (okay)
[Pharrell in background]
[Pharrell]
Yo, hah huh, yo tell em
[Verse: Pusha T]
Kard' in me, I flow too angry for some
Introduce myself I waving a gun
Cocked the banger, filled the barrell, pop minus one
Pop again, lay his men flee now it's down
Known for popping four and putting cock in whore
Love expensive homes of stones with pocket doors
I fuck white whives, that drive white fives
Go to court, testify for me and tell white lies
When I pull up, the people say "HOT them boys!"
22 but childish how we cop them toys
Sorry contradict myself, kinda hard to stop it
Glock and my ski nose, piece out of the pocket
[Verse: Boobonic]
Hey yo it's Boobonic, tightest nigga around here
I'm next level, motherfuckers is downstairs
Niggaz call me a square, when I clock
Cause I'm eating from four corners in one block, get it?
Bottom line I'm the shit at all times
Come through in the five, grippin all dimes
Let's weigh mine to yours
I went to Vegas in '94, mind you I'm only 20
Ain't wit a whole lotta shit, just money
I'm so paid, that's why you niggaz so funny
X ya name, cause I'm next in the game to shine
Y'all faggot rappers can't fuck wit mine
[Chorus x2: Rosco P. Coldchain]
Y'all niggaz walk wit no belief
Y'all niggaz talk wit no relief
When you see me wit that .44 know it's me
Give up that cash, or that pack, or that cocoa leaf
[Verse: Fam-Lay]
Fam-Lay ain't scared y'all
Look, I swear I ain't scared
Six shots at his mink cap, watch our shit
Look the nigga bout to die and he don't even know it
I fucked wit a lotta chicks that I don't even go at
Have a suit from the coppers, the dope won't even throw it
And y'all never knew I'm mad cause I won't even show it
Calm demeanor, flips when I palm the nina
I'm gifted, get shit straight from Argentina
Three vicious pimps but they moms is meaner
Got big tit chicks, Lord y'all should see 'em
The boss is heavy, let off cross and steady
Or even straight through the middle like Dorsey Levy
[Verse: Mr. Man]
In the ML 430, block crack and twist em
Bruce'll fall back bitch see the solar system
Hoes - never kiss em, fuck get a dick sucked
You better than what? More hoes than who?
Can't na nigga ball like Mr. Man and Boo
Gucci from the suit, shirt belt to the suit
Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?
When my block getting money, everything is fine
Cop two bricks, stole ride roun' nine
Now I'm the shit, the clique is cool
And we boost six hours shift, fuck school
Fuck ice, I got heat that'll blow your cool
[Chorus]
[Verse: Rosco P. Coldchain]
Playas think they can stand infront of me? Wit that ice on
Like as if Rosco wouldn't make their brains all crispy
I'm far from patient, it take something minor to push me
I thought my name was self explanatory, y'all niggaz be asking for it
Rosco's slang term for gun, P's for Porter
Coldchain nigga I'll take yours and sport it
And if you pussies got something to say about that
You can chit chat wit me and my gat, that day about that
On the spot, that moment, that second about that
I'll pull the Heckling, cock, and commense to pop
Heat from the stove, oven stuffing baking your top
And while you're on the pavement bleeding to death
I'll proceed to inspect - your pockets
Fingers, wrists, and your neck
I want the platinum rings, watches, including baguettes
[Verse: Malice]
When I come it's wit 10 friends and a cross beam
Red dot pulsating on his offspring
Far from fiction what I kick in these flows
I'm the proud pop of them twin fo fo's
Mac and nine milly, ice quite chilly
I chase that paper, being broke? that's silly
What's worse than a group a niggaz wit no say?
We skip to the front of the line and don't pay
His stash at the foot of the bed, you don't say
Fill his Dolce wit more holes than crochet
No deal go down wit out a gun involved
Cause I'm raw like a Harley wit monkey bars
* [Pharrell]
You ready to do this, nigga?
You ready to come down here?
It's Virginia, nigga...
We do this in broad daylight...
It's a whole different degree of homicide, nigga...
You ready?
[Chorus: Pusha T & (Pharrell)]
I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook (Talk about, what?)
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books (Talk about, what?)
Where we re-up, re-locate, re-off them brooks (Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look (Talk about, what?)
[Pusha T]
In my "Home Sweet Home" I keep chrome next to my bones
Alters my walk to limpin'
Since I love the feel, I guess I'm passionately pimpin'
It 'tis what it seems
That thing imprintin' through the seams of my jeans, by all means
Lost it all, from lives to love
Put my faith in my money, help me rise above
See I turned to the Lord when them times got tough
Bullied through streets, powder I pushed and shoved
In that ole' Virginey
Out of ten niggas, nine are guinea
No money, all they know is gimme, got semis waitin'
Heat like Caribbean summers, I been there
Each year, a diffferent bitch wonder
Who wing she gon' fall under, Push' or Mal'
Ganga grinds, wit' me, with thoughts of fuckin' them cross her mind
Look ma, that's right up my alley
I love my family, I want them all happy
In Virginia, we smirked at that Simpson trial
Yeah, I guess the chase was wild
But what's the fuss about?
See, plenty my partners feelin' like O.J.
Beat murder like the shit is OK, that's what our door say
Talk the evil that men do, I'm lost in the mental
I miss you Shampoo, we miss you Shampoo
And your grams, too...
[Pharrell]
My nigga...
Fo sho...
[Chorus 2X's: Pusha T & (Pharrell)]
I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook (Talk about, what?)
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books (Talk about, what?)
Where we re-up, re-locate, re-off them brooks (Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look (Talk about, what?)
[Malice]
Seem like they all got a comment to make
In regards to my paper, now they guessin' my weight
They fast to predict the outcome of my fate
Wonderin' 'bout Clipse and if they got what it take
Malice, he think he hard, tough guy of the clique
And Pusha, he walk around like he swear he the shit
You right on both counts, bitch, Clipse is us
And there are some things that you don't discuss
Don't ask me 'bout the Neptunes and what's they fair
Don't ask about the loud screamin' chick with the hair
Don't ask about my music, and how that's comin' 'bout
Don't ask about my album, or when's it comin' out
'Cause I feel like you really being funny on the slide
Now face down, layin' on your tummy, or you die
I tried being humble, humble get no respect
Now the first sign of trouble, that's a hole up in your neck
Plus, what I look like spendin' my nights in jail
I could never be a thug, they don't dress this well
I reside in VA, ride in VA
Most likely when I die, I'm gon' die in VA
Virginia's for lovers, but trust there's hate here
For out-of-towners, who think that they gon' move weight here
Ironic, the same same place I'm makin' figures at
That there's the same land they used to hang niggas at, in Virginia...
[Chorus 2X's: Pusha T & (Pharrell)]
I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook (Talk about, what?)
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books (Talk about, what?)
Where we re-up, re-locate, re-off them brooks (Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look (Talk about, what?)
[Pharrell]
Young'n... (Talk about, what?)
This is real, young'n... (Talk about, what?)
You lookin' into a whole different world, young'n (Talk about, what?)
This is real...