Pharrell Williams - What's Up lyrics

[Verse 1: Ab-Liva] From a hustler, play the part of a smuggler Dish it to my jugglers, get it out to the customers Six forty five CI, them hoes loving us But I felt the top would smother us Got the roof transplanted, so now that the sun's touching us Plus the inside with the coach leather the comfort Sitting on blades like Shaq shoes is up under us Came a long way for the thing For twenty five-five to tip under the muffler Move it with my Southerner n***as That rep they hood, putting on they strugglers I get it, I grab it, I cook it, I move it, I sell it See it, I cop it, I drop it, I chrome it, I shell it I un-fail it, I switch lanes Left-hand turn, burn baby burn Nights, watch the arms heal it Complimented, the German cell is augmented Still says cla**y, no matter what the frost in it [Verse 2: Pusha T] SL be the coupe, roof off the drop Neck out the top; look at me, Jack in the Box You acting a lot -- you ain't Big, you ain't Pac And we only respect J. Prince for rapping a lot "Your reign on the top" -- never quote him, I ain't know him You ain't kissed his mama, how the f** you ride for him? You dick-eating n***as probably wish you died for him And I admired his work, but I ain't never cried for him Hoping the dead blow him up, maybe this'll grow 'em up Hundred and fifty K every time Pusha showing up Shimmering hand, shimmering band, I'm glimmer man Chain star-studded like it's Viva La Glam n***a jacka** like Viva La Bam Looked down upon like Kris did to Shan One thousand grams wrapped neat in Saran Label me landlord, I keep ki's in my hand [Hook: Sandman] This ain't sh** but vicious, this is Just nods to how we living, listen Bought cars is in position, shifting Gears on, it's my ignition, we in What's up, what's up, what's up Re-Up [Verse 3: Sandman] Picture me rolling, Glock that I'm holding Popping you open, stopping the joke and sh** drop in your colon Piss in your denim, this is your ending Couldn't prevent it b**hes for women, f** boy You know what's up, pussies galore Cold-hearted, I could freeze velour Make you breathe no more I take heart like the Reaper's kiss But it's this heat I'mma great you with -- how ya doing? Stop the movement, I'm the mood swing React though -- if you blink, I'mma clap ya Applaud your squad, standing ovation Applaud your score, no hesitation Show me your idiot, I show you demonstration Easy redecoration and see annihilation I'm tired of waiting all the faking, so I'm taking Meet me, you'll see it's grating [Verse 4: Malice] Introducing the Re-Up Gang, the montage The renaissance, the rebirth, the avant-garde Chopard the arm, the car's the Anage Still with the whip, follow the brick, I am Oz Oh yes, the wizardry; fires of pot chemistry The coke calls straight to their souls like a ministry Like it or not, we kick in the door We picking the lock, and still toss the big in the pot Cop the sorbet straight from Jorge Jack of all trades, even mastered the gourmet Plus, the price got the street tongue in cheek Cook it til it's al dente -- mmwah, magnifique Black card the era, we got it in the bag Y'all n***as ain't a factor, like Trinidad's jab I'm back like Zab, Re-Up the venture Recite these ghetto hymns and regard them as Scripture, n***a [Hook] [Verse 5: Pharrell] n***as know the lyrical molesting is taking place f**ing with this here P, it ain't safe Drop-head coupe with the new paper plates Ostrich-creams are them new gator Bapes n***as be acting brand new like an opening f**ing headache, don't get them to steal Motrin The heart of a marksman is cold like Minnesota wind And he's broke so he really wants to spend like Oprah spend So you gonna be hard, or you gonna play chocha then? Maybe you should just re-focus and not approach us then Cause it's gonna be more than just a blow across the chin Separate your suit from your soul like a moccasin Your soul float up, you look down like, "Really?" Cause I'm so short, so icy, like the penguin Chilly Willy So glittery, but he ain't know my position, see Hit him with the clip, it went brrrr with the fifty piece See, I'm a nice guy -- I would've re-wrote history Boy caught limping like chicken, just like rotisserie That's f**ed up, that sh** gets to me [Hook]