Pharrell Williams – How Does It Feel? lyrics

Wooo wooo! [in background]
Yessur! Aha
New Skateboard P
Hey!
Let's go get 'em
Uh-huh
Yo, hola

[Verse:]
Mearle maire, club muchacho
Asorted flavours, in they solatos
Inspire young minds, stacked by Nachos
With the raw determination of a vato
Running 'cross the border 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 in the hand of a fiend, they shoot it up
See me on the tv, the cuties they wanna fuck
Both presidental and plus, they couped 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
It repeats the minutes, something like your T-Vo
But it's 3 hundred thousand more with no remote
Jacob in the rain, I used to deal 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, P shall not get hot, he too frost
Yessur...

[Bridge:]
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 I'll
Better yet, dawg, just tell me how you feel
... How you feel dawg?

[Chorus:]
We just picture thinking, dreaming, scheming, breathing, reading, all in the late night
Shaking, boiling, lacing, baking, shaping, shaving, 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!

[Verse 2:]
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 chuckle at what critics have written
He dresses insane but music admire
Ask anyone from Vouge and Esquire or 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 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 Ca-sper, s'cuse me Casper, wanted meet me at my house, I got space like nasa
And it'll make me happy buy yourself a Saturn
Unlike my sister Stacy when she lost her papa
I been there, gettin stroke and nothing to trap-uh
John could do, it's ironic but true
A man dies, baby born, as 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 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 gripper
Go 'head and say it (you a rappin' ass nigga)
Yessur!

[Bridge:]
[Chorus:]

Nigga you don't know me...