Pharrell Williams — This is My Life

[Intro: Pharrell Williams and (DJ Drama)] Yo BBCIceCream.com! 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!) [Verse 1 (false start): Pharrell, DJ Drama, & DJ drops] 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) [Verse 1: Pharrell, DJ Drama, DJ drops, & Fam-Lay] 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!) [Verse 2: Fam-Lay] 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 [Outro: DJ Drama & DJ drops] 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 Hahahaha That's a lot of money right there Oh yeah, we definitely eating And I'm talking 'bout before lunchtime!