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How Does It Feel
作詞:Pharrell L Williams
Yessur, Lil' Skateboard P Hey, Mr.Vener Yo, ola
Millionaire, Club Muchacho Assorted flavors and they zillatos Inspire young minds, I stack my nachos With the raw determination of a vato
Run across the border with bricks in his pancho Face like a shot when it's bussin' by glocko Planted these things, still I died When the Holy Father hand me my wings
When I was young, yo, the teacher couldn't stand when we dreamed Givin' me music like drugs and to hand to a fiend They shoot it up, see me on the TV, 'The Cuties', they wanna fuck Both residential that's plush and cooped it up
Got more hits than a zip, who want it nuh? I can go back in time you be Judge Ito With my mini-torpedo I know you're thinking 'Neat-o!' It would peace the men. It's something like Antigo
But it's three hundred thousand more with no re-mo Jacob and Lorraine, I used to deal with Tito But he clowned me and told me that my money's fritos Now the Enzo doors go up like a D-Lo
'Ryon' same song sung by my man Nigo SLR, when the doors go up it's like a fresh L jar Nigga we boss He shall not get hot he too frost, yessur
My nigga close your eyes Just picture yourself just holdin' pies Implement a plan and you surely rise This promised by the man that controls the skies
Don't you see I know that shit so ill Better yet, doggie, just tell me how ya feel How you fell dawg?
We just picture, thinkin', dreamin' Scheming, bleedin', readin', all in the late night Shake it, boilin', lacin', bakin' Shapin', shavin', gotta get this cake right
As I serve it, you just burn it Breathe it, learn it, now watch it take flight Nigga how does it feel Yessur
Nigga you don't know me I'm part Howard Hughes, part horny, part holy First trick on the ramp is the rockin' rollie Keep one on my staff with a new pro chromey 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網
It bequeaths me to mention that I've been bitten But affords me to chuckle at what critics have written He dresses insane but his music admire As and a winner from Vogue and Esquire
And Vanity Fair, you like, 'Kid of the Year' But you should guess who's in the insanity chair Now it ain't about what I want Still thumbin' through my life like it's drugstore porn
It's one thing to say that you did it It's one thing to lie about your digits It's one thing to say that you live it It's another for you fuckers to admit it
But I admit I got all this paper Plus the prettiest faces that's offered by nature I drive a case but 'scuse me Casper Wanna meet 'em in my house I got space like NASA
It don't make me happier, by itself, or sadder Or like my sister Stace when she lost her pappa Or Ben dad, getting' a stroke, and nothin' the Trapper John could do, it's ironic but true
A man dies, baby born it's fair as Peru It's a simple clue between us and imposters We hop in the air and don't care what it costs us Now I'm with N.E.R.D. with a pit full of moshers
I guess you could say that we fly like saucers Zappin' at niggaz, we're classin' at vigor The cash and crash whippers, the Thrasher mag gripper Ho 'head and say it 'You a rappin' ass nigga', yessur
My nigga close your eyes Just picture yourself just holdin' pies Implement a plan and you surely rise This promised by the man that controls the skies
Don't you see I know that shit so ill Better yet, doggie, just tell me how ya feel How you feel dawg?
We just picture, thinkin', dreamin' Scheming, bleedin', readin', all in the late night Shake it, boilin', lacin', bakin' Shapin', shavin', gotta get this cake right
As I serve it, you just burn it Breathe it, learn it, now watch it take flight Nigga how does it feel Yessur
Nigga you don't know me
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