Pharrell Williams Album

Pharrell Williams
Don't wanna sound full of myself or rude
But you ain't looking at no other dudes cause you love me
(I'm sorry but.. so sexy)
So you think about a chance
You find yourself trying to do my dance
Maybe cause you love me (Uh, you do it well)

B-Sect - Pharrell
So then we tried - I'm singing a slow beat
Because you weren't used to how fast we touched (fast we touched)
Then we locked eyes - and I knew I was in there
And I was gon' tear ya ass up (tear ya ass up)

Chorus - Pharrell
I know that I'm carrying on,
Nevermind if I'm showing off
I was just frontin (you know I want ya babe)
I'm ready to bet it all, unless you don't care at all
But you know I want ya (you should stop frontin babe)

Pharrell
Trying to be the best girlfriend you could be
But still you sneak and look at me, and girl I love it
Then you give your other girl a shove
Tell her you gon' palm her ass like it was
And she's gon love it (whoa-oh whoa, yeah yeah)

B-Sect - Pharrell

Chorus - Pharrell

Bridge - Pharrell (Jay-Z)
(We got another one Pha-real)
Dance, ooooooh ooooh
(I call you Pha-real cause you the truest, haha, Young!)
Whoa-oh, oh ohhhh
(Uh, yeah)
Dance, ooooooh ooooh
(Yeah, lemme talk to em)
Whoa-oh, oh ohhhh
(I'm a keep it real)

Jay-Z (Pharrell)
Everytime your name was brought up
I would act all nonchalant in front of an audience
Like if you was just another shorty I put the naughty on
But uh, truth be told you do me for a loop, this Hov
I'm too old to be frontin when I'm feeling Denzel
And you acting like you ain't appealing but you are
Struting like you ain't my only girl but you are (I was just frontin')
I'm ready to stop when you are

Chorus - Pharrell

Outro - Pharrell

[Intro - Pharrel]
Malice saying we to hot
New verses please
c'mon!

[Chorus - Pharrel]
Hot Damn, its a new day
Hot Damn, what them boys want the (money man)
hooooo, hooooo
hooooo, Hot Damn

[Verse 1 - Malice]
My how the boy's grown
From roaming low into homes
To homes of his own
No catching up he's in a whole nother zone
Still true to his roots
Stay close to the chrome
Haters stay clear of him
Ya'll stand in cheer for him
Got up out the game and over came
Lets hear it for him
Keep a new toy so I wonder how good
Im not enjoying life im reliving my childhood
Big chain monster, whip game bonkers
Monster truck remind him of tonka
Diamond M colour plush gold still gutter
My deal is in the meals,
Motherfucker and I aint stutter
Bitter sweet, my lifes a musical
From holding nose to roles gold
The lords beautiful
Before him im to shame to show my face
But shes so mean can't help but to fall fom grace
Motherfucker

[Chorus - Pharrel]
Hot Damn, its a new day
Hot Damn, what them boys want them (money man)

[Verse 2 - Ab-Liva]
Hot Damn, when the white hit the pen it
Twist and it tumbles, it
Flips and it fumbles, I
Mix it like gumbo, I
Pitch it so suttle, I
Keep hustle so pother feds I got'em wondering (wondering)
What happened to that boy?
Six maneuver, how to slip into that toy
Is it the pimp the crook a hustler thing?
The man the music the making the king
Constantly builded by me
A million men marching like Calling them the king kong
The verse making the world sing
My hearts on the sleeve-a
ya'll basically just like my opinion
The bars hoping the sun shines on them
But you still gotta watch the phonies
Watch your homies, we (*gunshots) got you homie

[Chorus - Pharrel]
Hot Damn, its a new day
Hot Damn, what them boys want them (money man)

[Verse 3 - Pusha T]
Uhg... Handle the rock like non other
Wrist over the stove, head under the cubbard
In the kitchen 'til the fume make me feel smothered
The way it melt fiends can't believe its not butter
The way it melt he won't cop from non-other
The he who hoes O's like crispy creams oven
Or easy bake, pink D.V's make
The presidential look like strawberry shortcake
P?

[Pharrel]
Imagine that royals royce crashed it
we unscratched in, that billionaire boys club fashion, ugh
You niggas is clones,
I hand out styles like ice cream cones
get the fuck out'a here

[Pusha T]
Thats for real, my gats is real
SL5 is looking like the batmobile
Chrome lips with the matchinh wheel, ugh
Both chains probably match a deal
Ya'll dudes is a act for real
Pusha

[Chorus - Pharrel]
Hot Damn, its a new day
Hot Damn, what them boys want them (money man)

[Verse 4 - Roscoe P. Coldchain]
You either salute deaf cause you looked at
Thats what a old G told me
That was the exact moment I decided to take a pact
And if you owed me and if I decided to take it back
It wasn't nicely expect Roscoe to put you back in place
Im what you call a destructive war path
It will be shell showers in todays forcast
You a gangsta? I can't tell
Your diamonds don't glimmer when the light hit
Those jewels arn't genuine, because if it was
I'm nice with it, I would have been took that
That skin stacked in your pocket i would have been shook that
And this world you gotta watch it, im here to warn ya
Cats turn informa, over snow wrapped and wags
My sons' home crying dont give me no slack
Just put the mutherfucking money in the bag
These words have been said as I hide behind glove and mask
Coldchain's not your typical crook
Im being watched, look at the camera linens in the bush

[Chorus - Pharrel]
Hot Damn, its a new day
Hot Damn, but them boys want them (money man)
hooooo, hooooo
hooooo, Hot Damn

[by Kelis Feat. Nas]

You know what I am
You know what I do well at least I thought you knew
They call me Pusha
Damn
I take you like a slap in the face
Everytime the bass is mentioned like I had bad intentions
Listen, I thought love was given
So for you I did those things you were missing
Never have to say
Please gimme borrow
As long as I got yay
And two semi autos
And connects in the jets
Like wetback Carlos
I ain't askin' you to follow
Just think 'bout tomorrow
Please

I should have known by the way that you stared
Eyeing passes by like you're rich but life ain't fair
But you make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip
I would have never talked to you if I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (you're damn right)
I would have never talked to you if I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (you're damn right)

I can't help if I'm a thug and I'm popular
I think that come along with driving a shocking car
Watch the coke light up they life
The rocks with stars
Had fiends talking crippled
Cuz they locked they jaw
Aw Pusha T you think it's cool that you deal
Bout as cool as that breeze on the beach in Brazil
As long as fiends want pain
Then I'm gon' slang
When my financial change
Then I'm gon' change

I should have seen in the way you touched my hand
Shuffling your car keys
But sounded like a gentleman
But ya make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip
I would have never talked to you if I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (you're damn right)
I would have never talked to you if I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (you're damn right)
I would have never talked to you if I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (you're damn right)

You don't know it yet
It's the life that I live that you love
And the fact that I'm thug that had you holding techs
When you really didn't know what it was
But you did it out of love
Shit
Far from deprived
Give you all of you fetishes
Like treachervous necklaces, beget etceteras
Colors coming out make your head spin like exorcist
Spending bright futures in the hood
All them no good messages

I should have heard it in the way you said my name
While I analyzed your tone you were formulating games
But you make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip
I would have never talked to you if I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (you're damn right)
I would have never talked to you if I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (you're damn right)
I would have never talked to you if I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (you're damn right)
I would have never talked to you if I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (you're damn right)

Hey, popular thug