DJ Drama - When Skateboard Came lyrics

[Chorus] When Lil' Skateboard came With them big a** chains Them b**hes like "P, why you got that on?" I'm like "b**h stay in your lane And give a n***a brain" Everlast 'till the break of dawn When I pulled up in that big a** thing That was white as c**aine Backpackers thought my mind was gone But when I pushed the up, u-u-up,up b**hes, b**hes, b**hes, b**hes, b**hes be like what Studies show... [Break] Yeah Yeah n***as You hear it right? You hear it? The Drama man, come on look this my sh** You know what I'm saying? This is my sh** You know what I'm saying This is MY sh**, MY sh*t n***as, MY sh*t! Take this sh** back Listen, listen to what's happening right now Listen to what's happening Watch this, yo [Chorus] [Verse 2] Studies show the eyes get damaged When you stare into the ultra violet rays like dramatic Studies show the eyes get damaged When you stare into the ultra violet rays be like what Studies show the eyes get damaged When you stare into the ultra violet rays And the ears through the gla** of my Rover Sicky that smells like the po-pah- Pourri provided by my chauffeur 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 Don't look to long, you might get whatted? Once they scream "What?" Then they grab the gun by the bu*t Squeeze the dick Once it go click Open your sh** Nadle back your sh** open The front of your sh** got a hole that's smoking Father forgive me I'm sorry another idiot croaking "911, what's the emergency?" Now they rushing that a** to get that surgery You wanted to have it your way like Burger King Flame broiled, broil flamed The royal brain Is ignoring you lames Don't make no comparisons, we ain't sort of the same Look at your wallet, 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 Lyrically I'm double XL, I drove you home The bracelet got a vibe when I'm holding the phone When I wave, b**hes call me rolling stones [Chorus] [Verse 3] Yo I overlook the whole city with a nice clear view You trying to call your b**h that's pretty but she can't hear you She arguing with my doorman trying to get upstairs Describing the prototypes to my icy airs The Ice Creams make all the b**hes want to f** Plus the black card is something like an armoured truck Parking lot See it's an art to hot You know who's who and 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***as left in the dark to rot I park the pop-ular Then I get new cars That's protected by rude guards That'll shoot ya Alternate your future Quicker than the Wu-Tang Gutar b**hes 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**h with a nice stallion frame She half Hatian, call her Jeanvieve and sh** C'est pas c'est, tout n'est like she Clef and sh** She respect my dick Like it's break-fer-ast She's insecure, her girl want to get with this The expressed bliss Of what I'm blessed with When I finger f** the track it caress the gift If you study my mixtape you'll see what my method is [Chorus]