Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How Does It Feel?, artist - Pharrell Williams. Album song In My Mind, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Star Trak
Song language: English
How Does It Feel? |
| Wooo wooo! |
| Yessur! |
| aha |
| New Skateboard P |
| Hey! |
| Let’s go get 'em |
| uh-huh |
| yo, hola |
| Mearle maire, club muchacho |
| Asorted flavours, in they solatos |
| Inspire young minds, stacked by Nato’s |
| With the right determination of a patho |
| Running 'cross the water with bricks at his poncho |
| Face like a shoot when it’s bussin' my glock hold |
| Vanity stings, 'til I die when the holy father hands me my wings |
| When I was young yo the teacher gave me stanity dreams |
| Giving me music like drugs and they handed me things, they shoot it up |
| See me on the TV, the cuties they wanna fuck |
| Both presidental and plus, they hoop it up |
| Got more hits in his zip, who want enough |
| I can go back in time, you be Judge Eato |
| With my men and ?? |
| I know you thinkin' Neato |
| Givin' peace to minutes, something like your T-Vo |
| But it’s 3 hundred thousand more with no remote |
| Take it in the rain, I used to live with Tito |
| But he clowned me and told me that my money’s free-doughs |
| Now the Enzo doors go up like a Dilo |
| Reon, same song some from my man Nigo |
| SLR, when the doors go up it’s like a fresh elle jar |
| Nigga we boss, he shall not get hot, he too frost |
| Yessur… |
| My nigga close your eyes, |
| Just picture you’re self just holdin' pies |
| Impliment a plan and and you’ll surely rise |
| Just promised by the man that controls the skies |
| Don’t you see, I know that shit’s so ill |
| Better yet, dawg, just tell me how you feel |
| …How you feel dawg? |
| We just picture thinking, dreaming, scheming, breathing, reading, |
| all in the late night |
| Shaking, boiling, lacing, bacon, shaking, shaping, gotta get this cake right |
| As I serve it, you just burn it, breathe it, learn it, now watch you take flight |
| …My nigga how does it feel? |
| Ha ha! |
| Yessur! |
| Nigga you don’t know me |
| I’m part Howard Hues, part horny, part holy |
| First trip on the ramp is the rock and rolly |
| Keep one on my staff with a new pro-chromy |
| If they priest need the mention that I’ve been biten |
| But a force be the chocolate where critics are written |
| He dresses insane where his music admire |
| Ask anyone from Vouge and Esquire And Vanity Fair you like can of the year |
| But you should guess who’s in insanity chair |
| Now it ain’t about what I want |
| Still thumbing through my life like a drug-star porn |
| It’s one thing to say you did it |
| It’s one thing to lie about your didgits |
| 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 off of our |
| nature |
| I drive a Casper, s’cuse me Cassper, wanted meet me at my house, |
| I got space like NASA |
| And it’ll make me happy buy yourself a Sattle |
| Unlike my sister Stacy when she lost her papa |
| I been there, gettin stroke and nothing to trap-uh |
| John could do, when surrounded with true |
| A man dies, baby born, as far as Peru |
| It’s a simple proof between us and imposters |
| We hop in the air, and don’t care what it costs us |
| Now I’m with NERD with a pit full of Martians |
| I guess you could say that we fly like saucers |
| Zapping at niggas, with classing and figure |
| The cash and class whippers |
| The thrashing mag ripper |
| Go 'head and say it (you a rappin' ass nigga) |
| Yessur! |
| Nigga you don’t know me… |