"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.