How Does It Feel
(专辑: The Billionaire Boys Club Tape - 2010)
Wooo wooo! [in background] Yessur! aha New Skateboard P
Hey! Let's go get 'em uh-huh yo, hola [Verse 1] 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 bussing 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 thinking Neato Giving 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... [Bridge] My nigga close your eyes, Just picture you're self just holding 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? [Chorus] 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! [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
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
rapping ass nigga) Yessur! [Bridge] [Chorus] Nigga you don't know me...