Pharrell Williams — Word to the Motherland

[Intro: Pharrell Williams and (DJ Drama)] Nah, nah dude seriously, did I monster that? Did I monster that though? It's nothin' Uh, check it out (Gangsta Grizzil) [Verse 1: Pharrell] Real niggas save up for out-of-state, but collect stash houses Drive Jeep wagons taxidermy their couches Getting small dope, fuck LV pouches On the corner selling' that tiger, you can tell how they crouch I've seen pictures of Jimmy Henchman when he was in jail Fresh beeper, fresh chain, fresh sneaker detail Like he could, order anything from hits to sales Like he in the four seasons ordering cocktails Real gangsta's do it, they don't have to prove it The keys is spoken for, you don't tell 'em to move it They operate just like sleuths They flow, fiends and hoes as they conduits Like the three letter crew out in ATL Got the Feds scratching they heads sayin', "will they please tell" The nigga Em is like the new Rayfel With police escorts that's louder than a Ray shot sale (Uh-Huh) And you get indicted, get your Steinberg's to fight it He paid that way, you think he ain't gon' write it? The feds get excited, not knowin' the con's inside it So against the day decided before they even tried it (Gangsta) Now back to the necessity if you gon' supply it All your weak links, Donald Trump, and nigga you're fired I did my research, my street exposure reworked I was too busy drivin' in Zo's and hoes bezerk Now remember, who got you hired? Who both, educate and spit the shit you like? Now analyze the picture that the non-thug drew Sip your Corona, and puff your bud too [Hook] Time for the, time for the, best of the best (Time for the, time for the, best) The new double-R drive with BBC on my chest (The new double-R driver BBC on my chest) When you got your marked Jigga boots with the LV dress (Marked Jigga boots with the LV dress) Yeah, well holla at the kid, yessir, nothin' less (Holla at the kid, yessir, nothin' less)