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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
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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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