When Skateboard Came

[Intro: Pharrell]
Yessir!

[Hook: Pharrell]
When lil' Skateboard came with them big-ass chains
Let's get right down to business
Them bitches like, "P, why you got that on?" (Hahaha)
I'm like, "Bitch, stay in your lane, and give a nigga brain"
Y'all didn't think this could happen, huh?
Everlast 'til the break of dawn (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)
Well, let me tell you something!
When I pulled up in that big-ass thing that was white as cocaine (Matter-fact)
Backpackers thought my mind was gone (I gotta tell y'all niggas)
But when I pull, pull-uh up with the— ugh, up
The bitch-uh-bitches be, the bitche-bitches be like, "What?" (I'm a made man!)
Studies show... (Dramatic!)

[Break: Pharrell & DJ Drama]
Yeah, haha!
Wow
Yeah, niggas! You hear it right?
Wow
You hear it!
Look, Drama, man, come on, look—this my shit
They didn't believe us, P!
You know what I'm saying? This is my shit!
We gotta go all the way on your first mixtape!
You know what I'm saying? This is MY shit! MY shit, niggas! MY shit! Take this shit back!
So we not gon' do nothing but heat-rocks!
Listen! Listen to what's happening right now!
They listening! They ain't got no fucking choice!
Listen to what's happening!
Ill!
Watch this
Oh!

[Hook: Pharrell & DJ Drama]
Yo, when lil' Skateboard came with them big-ass chains (Now y'all ready?)
Them bitches like, "P, why you got that on?"
I'm like, "Bitch, stay in your lane, and give a nigga brain" (I'm in my lane!)
Everlast 'til the break of dawn (Cannon!)
When I pulled up in that big-ass thing that was white as cocaine (AMG!)
Backpackers thought my mind was gone (BBCIceCream.com! Tr—Trendsetter!)
But when I pull, pull-uh up with the— ugh, up
The bitch-uh-bitches be, the bitche-bitches be like, "What?"
(DJ the fuck Drama! Skateboard P!)

[Verse 1 (false start): Pharrell]
Studies show that eyes get damaged (Dramatic!)
When you stare into the ultraviolet rays— be like, "what?" (Dramatic, nigga! Haha!)
Studies show that eyes get damaged
When you stare into the ultraviolet rays— be like, what?" (Gangsta— Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)

[Verse 1: Pharrell]
Studies show that eyes get damaged
When you stare into the ultraviolet rays in the ears
And the ears through the glass of my Rolls Ruh—
C-E, that smells like the potpou-
'Pourri provided by my chauffeur (Dr—Dramatic!)
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 (Ugh)
Don't look too long, you might get "what?"-ed
Once they scream "What?" (Gangsta!)
Then, they grab the gun by the butt
Squeeze the dick—once it go "click"
Open your shit, now the back of your shit open (Ugh)
The front of your shit got a hole that's smoking
"Father forgive me, I'm sorry, another idiot croaking"
"9-1-1, what's the emergency?"
Now, they rushing that ass to get that surgery
You wanted to have it your way like Burger King
Flame-broiled, broil-flamed (Gangsta!)
The royal brain is ignoring you lames
Don't make no comparisons, we ain't sort of the same
Look at your wallets—we ain't sort of the same
Your rocks is treated—that ain't sort-of the chain
Better go to the back of The Source and order again (Uh-huh)
Lyrically, I'm XXL, I drove you home
The bracelet got a Vibe when I'm holding the phone
When I wave, bitches call me Rolling Stones

[Hook: Pharrell]
Yo, when lil' Skateboard came with them big-ass chains
Them bitches like, "P, why you got that on?" (The Aphilliates, nigga, pay attention!)
I'm like, "Bitch, stay in your lane, and give a nigga brain"
Everlast 'til the break of dawn (Dr—Dr—Dr—Dramatic!)
When I pulled up in that big-ass thing that was white as cocaine
Backpackers thought my mind was gone
But when I pull, pull-uh up with the— ugh, up
The bitch-uh-bitches be, the bitche-bitches be like, "What?" (Gangsta!)

[Verse 2: Pharrell]
Yo, 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 tryna get upstairs
Describing the prototypes to my Icy Airs
The Ice Creams make all the bitches want to fuck
Plus, the black card is something like an armored truck
Parking lot—see, it's a art to "hot"
You know who's who, when who's quiet, and who talks a lot
See, there's money machines and those who spark it, not
Those be the type of niggas left in the dark to rot (Gangsta!)
I greens marks the pop-ular; then, I get new cars
That's protected by Rugers that'll shoot you
Alternate your future, quicker than the Wu-Tang bu-tar [?]
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-Haitian, call her Geneviéve 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 wanna get with this
The expresséd 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: Pharrell]
When lil' Skateboard came with them big-ass chains
Them bitches like, "P, why you got that on?"
I'm like, "Bitch, stay in your lane, and give a nigga brain"
Everlast 'til the break of dawn (Gangsta!)
When I pulled up in that big-ass thing that was white as cocaine
Backpackers thought my mind was gone...