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When Skateboard Came

DJ Drama and Pharrell
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(Pharrell intro) Yeah. Yeah Niggas You hear it right? You hear it? Yow Drama man, Come on look this my shit You know what I'm saying? This is my shit You know what I'm saying This is MY shit, MY SHIT Niggas, MY SHIT! Tke this shit back Listen, listen to what's happening right now Listen to what's happening Watch this (Pharrell) Yow! (hook) When Lil skateboard came With them big ass chains Them bitches like "P why you got those on?" I'm like "bitch stay in your lane And get a nigga brain" Everlast 'till the break of dawn When I pulled up in that big ass thing That was white as cocaine Backpackers thought my mind was gone But when I pushed the up, u-u-up, up Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches be like what Studies show the eyes get damaged When you stare into the ultra violet rays like dramatic Studies show the eyes get damaged When you stare into the ultra violet rays be like what Studies show the eyes get damaged When you stare into the ultra violet rays And the ears through the glass of my Rose Rah Sicky that smells like the po-pah- Pourri provided by my chauffeur The chains is flooded The dames they love it The rock so big I'm amazed, but it's strange they cut it The belt buckle frames is smothered Don't look to long, you might get whatted? Once they scream "What?" Then they grab the gun by the butt Squeeze the dick Once it go click Open your shit Nadle back your shit open The front of your shit got a hole that's smoking Father forgive me I'm sorry another idiot croaking 911 what's the emrgency? Now they rushing that ass to get that surgery You wanted to have it your way like burger king Flame broiled, broil flamed The royal brain Is ignoring your lanes Don't make no comparisons, we ain't sort of the same Look at your wallet you ain't sort of the same Your rocks is treated, that ain't sort of the chain Better go to the back to the source and order again Lyrically I'm double XL, I drove you home The bracelet got a vibe when I'm holding the phone When I wave, bitches call me rolling stones (hook) When Lil skateboard came With them big ass chains Niggas like "P why you got those on?" I'm like "bitch stay in your lane And get a nigga brain" Everlast 'till the break of dawn When I pulled up in that big ass thing That was white as cocaine Backpackers thought my mind was gone But when I pulled up, u-u-up, up Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches be like what Yow I overlook the whole city with a nice clear view You trying to call your bitch that's pretty but she can't hear you She arguing with my doorman trying to get upstairs Descrbing the prototypes to my icey airs The ice creams make all the bitches want to fuck Plus the black card is something like an armoured truck Parking lot See it's an art to her You know who's who and who's quiet and who talks alot See there's money machines and those who spark it not Those be the type of niggas left in the dark to rot I park the pop-ular Then I get new cars That's procted by rude guards That'll shoot ya Alterate your future Quicker than the WU-Tang Gutar (guitar) Bitches see my face and say "Me gusta" Mama used to drive a cougar But now I drive horses with Italian names Equipped with a bitch with a nice stallion frame She half hatian, call her Jeanvieve and shit C'est pas c'est tout n'est like she Clef and shit She respect my dick Like it's break-fer-ast She's insecure, her girl want to get with this The expressed bliss Of what I'm blessed with When I finger fuck the track it caress the gift If you study my mixtape you'll see what my method is (hook) When Lil skateboard came With them big ass chains Niggas like "P why you got those on?" I'm like "bitch stay in your lane And get a nigga brain" Everlast 'till the break of dawn When I pulled up in that big ass thing That was white as cocaine Backpackers thought my mind was gone But when I pulled up, u-u-up, up Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches be like what