Biografia:
Adam Noah Levine (Los Angeles, 18 de Março de 1979) é um músico norte-americano. É o atual vocalista e guitarrista da banda Maroon 5, que faz sucesso desde 2004.
Nasceu em Los Angeles, Califórnia, filho de Patsy Noah e Fred Levine, tem um irmão, Michael, uma irmã, Julia, filha de sua madrasta, e dois meio irmãos, Sam e Liza. Em 2005, Adam e Ryan Seacrest do American Idol ajudaram a inauguração de M. Fredric MAN, segunda loja de seus pais, em Studio City.
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Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
[Intro]
F#m
[Verse]
F#m C#m
Niggas still ain't fuckin' with Hollywood Court
D
'Cause they fuckin' wit' ya boi
E
like the Hollywood dough
F#m C#m
Everything big, no comin' up short
D E
Jack the buzzer beater up, all net, half court
F#m C#m
The game winning shot, your name sayin', not
D E
That same skinny thot you got, she be in and out
F#m C#m
She never spit it out either, we call her Poke-mouth
D E
Big mouth bad, start to smash that ass
F#m C#m
I build a bear before I build a bitch
D
I take her to the mall and
E
fill her with the sugar dick
F#m C#m
With the same lips give a nigga sugar whits
D E
Give me brain, so intelligent with plenty sense
F#m
I took her innocence, yeah she was turnt out
C#m D
And by the time I gave her back she was burnt out
E F#m
Like the tires on the Huracan, you ain't good Antwan
F#m
Or better yet, stay great, we stay puttin' on
[Chorus]
F#m
You're hotter than July (super hot)
D E F#m
Super colder than December (so cold)
C#m D E
You got me dancin'
F#m
The dancefloor tells no lies
C#m D E F#m
Give them something to remember
C#m D E
You got me dancin'
[Post-Chorus]
F#m D
Please don't stop movin' your feet
F#m D
While the music's hot on that ecstacy
F#m D
We can dance all night, till we both get weak
F#m D
Come on, come on
[Verse]
F#m C#m
Stayin' fresh that's the gameplan
D E
Out the oven cause we never microwavin'
F#m C#m
We break it up like the smile of Michael Strahan
D E
And keep shinin' like the glove on Michael J hand
F#m C#m
I do not play man, sure I'll eat your ass up quick
D E
I'm on that boss rap shit, they on that toss salad
F#m C#m
Old chick, I sees ya nigga and I delete her
D
I used to have a bench
E
full of bitches but didn't need 'em
F#m C#m
But still fill arenas and killin' the coliseum
D E
ATLiens, they on top of ya human beings
F#m C#m
From the mothership, I'm on some other shit
D E
Lowkey like the blow soul back in '86
F#m C#m
But we don't sell dope, we pimp ink pens
D E
To provoke the folks and keep 'em thinkin'
F#m C#m
What is you drinkin', or better yet
D
Do you really know the meaning of life
E F#m
or are you sleeping
[Chorus]
F#m C#m D
You're hotter than July (super hot)
E F#m
Super colder than December (so cold)
C#m D E
You got me dancin'
F#m C#m
The dancefloor tells no lies
D E F#m
Give them something to remember
C#m D E
You got me dancin'
F#m C#m D
You're hotter than July (super hot)
E F#m
Super colder than December (so cold)
C#m D E
You got me dancin'
F#m C#m
The dancefloor tells no lies
D E F#m
Give them something to remember
C#m D E
You got me dancin'
[Post-Chorus]
F#m C#m D
Please don't stop movin'
E F#m D E
your feet (you got me dancin')
F#m
We can dance all night,
C#m D E
till we both get weak, come on
F#m C#m D E
(You got me dancin')
[Outro]
F#m C#m D E F#m C#m D
Morning, we don't stop till the morning
E F#m
We don't stop, keep it going
C#m D
We gonna see it through
D E F#m
And the rest is up to you
F#m
[Verse]
F#m C#m
Niggas still ain't fuckin' with Hollywood Court
D
'Cause they fuckin' wit' ya boi
E
like the Hollywood dough
F#m C#m
Everything big, no comin' up short
D E
Jack the buzzer beater up, all net, half court
F#m C#m
The game winning shot, your name sayin', not
D E
That same skinny thot you got, she be in and out
F#m C#m
She never spit it out either, we call her Poke-mouth
D E
Big mouth bad, start to smash that ass
F#m C#m
I build a bear before I build a bitch
D
I take her to the mall and
E
fill her with the sugar dick
F#m C#m
With the same lips give a nigga sugar whits
D E
Give me brain, so intelligent with plenty sense
F#m
I took her innocence, yeah she was turnt out
C#m D
And by the time I gave her back she was burnt out
E F#m
Like the tires on the Huracan, you ain't good Antwan
F#m
Or better yet, stay great, we stay puttin' on
[Chorus]
F#m
You're hotter than July (super hot)
D E F#m
Super colder than December (so cold)
C#m D E
You got me dancin'
F#m
The dancefloor tells no lies
C#m D E F#m
Give them something to remember
C#m D E
You got me dancin'
[Post-Chorus]
F#m D
Please don't stop movin' your feet
F#m D
While the music's hot on that ecstacy
F#m D
We can dance all night, till we both get weak
F#m D
Come on, come on
[Verse]
F#m C#m
Stayin' fresh that's the gameplan
D E
Out the oven cause we never microwavin'
F#m C#m
We break it up like the smile of Michael Strahan
D E
And keep shinin' like the glove on Michael J hand
F#m C#m
I do not play man, sure I'll eat your ass up quick
D E
I'm on that boss rap shit, they on that toss salad
F#m C#m
Old chick, I sees ya nigga and I delete her
D
I used to have a bench
E
full of bitches but didn't need 'em
F#m C#m
But still fill arenas and killin' the coliseum
D E
ATLiens, they on top of ya human beings
F#m C#m
From the mothership, I'm on some other shit
D E
Lowkey like the blow soul back in '86
F#m C#m
But we don't sell dope, we pimp ink pens
D E
To provoke the folks and keep 'em thinkin'
F#m C#m
What is you drinkin', or better yet
D
Do you really know the meaning of life
E F#m
or are you sleeping
[Chorus]
F#m C#m D
You're hotter than July (super hot)
E F#m
Super colder than December (so cold)
C#m D E
You got me dancin'
F#m C#m
The dancefloor tells no lies
D E F#m
Give them something to remember
C#m D E
You got me dancin'
F#m C#m D
You're hotter than July (super hot)
E F#m
Super colder than December (so cold)
C#m D E
You got me dancin'
F#m C#m
The dancefloor tells no lies
D E F#m
Give them something to remember
C#m D E
You got me dancin'
[Post-Chorus]
F#m C#m D
Please don't stop movin'
E F#m D E
your feet (you got me dancin')
F#m
We can dance all night,
C#m D E
till we both get weak, come on
F#m C#m D E
(You got me dancin')
[Outro]
F#m C#m D E F#m C#m D
Morning, we don't stop till the morning
E F#m
We don't stop, keep it going
C#m D
We gonna see it through
D E F#m
And the rest is up to you
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