How Does It Feel? Lyrics - Singles - Pharrell Williams

Yessur!..haha..Lil'Skateboard P 

Hey! Mr.Vener! 

Ah-huh... Yo... Ola 

Billionaire 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 poncho 

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.... 

Ree-on... 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! 

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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 

Ha-ha.. 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? Ha-ha..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 

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 

Ask Anna Wintour 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 cas'per, 'scuse me, Casper 

Wanna meet 'em in my house I got space like NASA 

But 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 its 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 niggas, we're classin' at vigor 

The cash and crash whippers, the Thrasher mag gripper 

Go 'head and say it "You a rappin' ass nigga." 

Yessur! 

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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 

Ha-ha.. 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? Ha-ha..Yessur! ) 

Yessur! Nigga you don't know me...