Pharrell Williams, Fam-Lay - This is My Life lyrics
Pharrell Williams [Pharrell Lanscilo Williams] Virginia Beach, Virginia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Pharrell Williams, Fam-Lay - This is My Life lyrics]
Yo bBCIceCreamcom!
Uh huh (Gangsta) iPod king!
Skateboard P as I like to refer to myself
Let's go, P! (Gangsta)
I ain't one of them neir you know
(Gangsta) , weird niggas
(Ill) referring to hisself in
Third person (Gangsta) gangsta!
Haha ayo, fuck these niggas! Do you!
I know they love me
(Gangsta Grillz, you bastards)
What's up with Skateboard P? Is
He that dope uh?
Is he really Barry Bonds? Is he that Sosa?
(Oh! Cannon)
I'm on a PJ sofa reading Deepak Chopra
Tryna figure out how I'ma act on Oprah
(Get back)
What's up with Skateboard P? Is
He that dope uh?
Is he really Barry Bonds? Is he that Sosa?
I'm on a PJ sofa reading Deepak Chopra
Tryna figure out how I'ma act on Oprah
My mama like
"What you glorifying hustlers for?" (Huh?)
Ma, it's God's movie
I'm just doing the score (Gangsta)
Yeah, nigga, to motivate you and your whore
For more chips
Bigger cribs and a few of them Porsches
(Gangsta Gri-Zillz)
Shawn make hustler music Em make fight music
I make beige music I make white music
Hype, needles inducing, how you wanna try?
(Huh?) what's your vehicle of choice? How
You wanna kiss the sky?
And they protect themselves
Gassing potatoes, do your facials
Get your T-zones and clean out your pores
I'm not really sure the forty makes a whole
But it removes the dead skin
And exfoliates your soul, nigga
(Virginia, nigga)
P, I got love for you love 'til I die
You my motherfucker (Ugh)
Make a hater cry the tears of a dove for you
Bust a couple slugs for you
Just 'cause you my bruh from anuh' mother
So fitting, snake
Make one of the curlers cry
They world gon' fry
The only thing you seeing from
My boroughs is fly
So when a nigga talk shit
Don't worry 'bout it paramedics in his crib
Had to carry him out it
Don't ever raise your voice or
Let your temperature rise
I got the four-five with
Hollow-flies into the dive
Let him rest and leave maggots in him
(Maggots with him)
Let him talk about his vest
He should've had it with him (Ugh)
Had it on him, hundred, kept it with him
(With him) had his weapons with him (yeah)
And he ain't walking alone
Let's hope the Shepherd with him
Yeah, I drag him through the Valley of
Death and out of a breath
His heart jump right out of his chest
But fuck him
Dramatic! See, I don't if y'all niggas know
But it's a lot going on right now
It's a lot of business
Moves being made off-screen
When the music stops skateboard P, DJ Drama
Ha ha haha that's a lot of money right there
Oh yeah, we definitely eating
And I'm talking 'bout before lunchtime!
Uh huh (Gangsta) iPod king!
Skateboard P as I like to refer to myself
Let's go, P! (Gangsta)
I ain't one of them neir you know
(Gangsta) , weird niggas
(Ill) referring to hisself in
Third person (Gangsta) gangsta!
Haha ayo, fuck these niggas! Do you!
I know they love me
(Gangsta Grillz, you bastards)
What's up with Skateboard P? Is
He that dope uh?
Is he really Barry Bonds? Is he that Sosa?
(Oh! Cannon)
I'm on a PJ sofa reading Deepak Chopra
Tryna figure out how I'ma act on Oprah
(Get back)
What's up with Skateboard P? Is
He that dope uh?
Is he really Barry Bonds? Is he that Sosa?
I'm on a PJ sofa reading Deepak Chopra
Tryna figure out how I'ma act on Oprah
My mama like
"What you glorifying hustlers for?" (Huh?)
Ma, it's God's movie
I'm just doing the score (Gangsta)
Yeah, nigga, to motivate you and your whore
For more chips
Bigger cribs and a few of them Porsches
(Gangsta Gri-Zillz)
Shawn make hustler music Em make fight music
I make beige music I make white music
Hype, needles inducing, how you wanna try?
(Huh?) what's your vehicle of choice? How
You wanna kiss the sky?
And they protect themselves
Gassing potatoes, do your facials
Get your T-zones and clean out your pores
I'm not really sure the forty makes a whole
But it removes the dead skin
And exfoliates your soul, nigga
(Virginia, nigga)
P, I got love for you love 'til I die
You my motherfucker (Ugh)
Make a hater cry the tears of a dove for you
Bust a couple slugs for you
Just 'cause you my bruh from anuh' mother
So fitting, snake
Make one of the curlers cry
They world gon' fry
The only thing you seeing from
My boroughs is fly
So when a nigga talk shit
Don't worry 'bout it paramedics in his crib
Had to carry him out it
Don't ever raise your voice or
Let your temperature rise
I got the four-five with
Hollow-flies into the dive
Let him rest and leave maggots in him
(Maggots with him)
Let him talk about his vest
He should've had it with him (Ugh)
Had it on him, hundred, kept it with him
(With him) had his weapons with him (yeah)
And he ain't walking alone
Let's hope the Shepherd with him
Yeah, I drag him through the Valley of
Death and out of a breath
His heart jump right out of his chest
But fuck him
Dramatic! See, I don't if y'all niggas know
But it's a lot going on right now
It's a lot of business
Moves being made off-screen
When the music stops skateboard P, DJ Drama
Ha ha haha that's a lot of money right there
Oh yeah, we definitely eating
And I'm talking 'bout before lunchtime!