When Skateboard Came lyrics

by

Nelly


[Intro: Pharrell]
Yessir!

[Hook: Pharrell]
When lil' Skateboard came with them big-ass chains
Let's get right down to business
Them b*tches like, "P, why you got that on?" (Hahaha)
I'm like, "b*tch, stay in your lane, and give a n*gga 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 n*ggas)
But when I pull, pull-uh up with the— ugh, up
The b*tch-uh-b*tches be, the b*tche-b*tches be like, "What?" (I'm a made man!)
Studies show... (Dramatic!)

[Break: Pharrell & DJ Drama]
Yeah, haha!
Wow
Yeah, n*ggas! You hear it right?
Wow
You hear it!
Look, Drama, man, come on, look—this my sh*t
They didn't believe us, P!
You know what I'm saying? This is my sh*t!
We gotta go all the way on your first mixtape!
You know what I'm saying? This is MY sh*t! MY sh*t, n*ggas! MY sh*t! Take this sh*t 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 f*cking 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 b*tches like, "P, why you got that on?"
I'm like, "b*tch, stay in your lane, and give a n*gga 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 b*tch-uh-b*tches be, the b*tche-b*tches be like, "What?"
(DJ the f*ck 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, n*gga! 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 di*k—once it go "click"
Open your sh*t, now the back of your sh*t open (Ugh)
The front of your sh*t 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, b*tches call me Rolling Stones
[Hook: Pharrell]
Yo, when lil' Skateboard came with them big-ass chains
Them b*tches like, "P, why you got that on?" (The Aphilliates, n*gga, pay attention!)
I'm like, "b*tch, stay in your lane, and give a n*gga 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 b*tch-uh-b*tches be, the b*tche-b*tches be like, "What?" (Gangsta!)

[Verse 2: Pharrell]
Yo, I overlook the whole city with a nice, clear view
You trying to call your b*tch 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 b*tches want to f*ck
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 n*ggas 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 [?]
b*tches see my face and say, "Me gusta"
Mama used to drive a Cougar
But now, I drive horses with Italian names
Equipped with a b*tch with a nice stallion frame
She half-Haitian, call her Geneviéve and sh*t
"C'est pas c'est, tout n'est," like she Clef and sh*t
She respect my di*k, 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-f*ck 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 b*tches like, "P, why you got that on?"
I'm like, "b*tch, stay in your lane, and give a n*gga 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...
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