Feel Like Me

[Intro: Pharrell] Yo, we lovin' this I got it baby Ain't nothin' but a par-ar-ty On my laced out chicks, par-ty All my niggas in the six, par-ty Clipse comin' wit' the hits, par-ty, what, what [Verse 1: Pusha T & Pharrell] Yo, the flow echo, grab a ho, won't let go Chick shake her ass, Calypso, I'm drinkin' on the world Sip slow, techno scene, laser beam My team up, stand out like indigo dreams In the club, bitches starin', dress, Donna Karan They inch a bit close to see the links we wearin' The jealous cats fill the room, but that's they doom Because if the beef get set (We cause a typhoon) Yeah, what you here for, you better prepare for The background cause your presence no one'll care For the automatic, retaliate if it's static Stagger when I walk, let my emeralds talk Terrar's status, quote unquote top, never drop While the competition pleads and begs for us to stop The interlock, stack like stock, style I got Gonna make the world build off me like Tetris blocks, yo [Hook: Pharrell] All I wanna do is drink on the world Layin' on the beach, takin' sips wit' my girl Here they come tryna trouble me I just giggle cause I know they don't see Nor can they hear so they need to explain It's piece on pieces, that's simple and plain This is our ode to the galaxy And you can sing along if you feel like me [Verse 2: Malice] Do you not know what the Clipse is Malicious, M.C. type relentless Why risk going against this, senseless You in the realm where your team is defenseless Players we ball, you in the benches Full of clips, underground wit' extensions You thought the camp had love, we show none like a shogun Malice murderin' MCs, except wit' no gun The slow gun, beat'll live fast, die young We from where they strike in the flash, like Cy Young How you come where you ain't welcome puzzlin' Take us more sips to cliss, we guzzlin' Got me wonderin', how can you live wit' yourself Move undetected, similar to the 'self Drama, you want drama, we do drama The prize package, we blow like Unabomber [Hook: Pharrell] All I wanna do is drink on the world Layin' on the beach, takin' sips wit' my girl Here they come tryna trouble me I just giggle cause I know they don't see Nor can they hear so they need to explain It's piece on pieces, that's simple and plain This is our ode to the galaxy And you can sing along if you feel like me [Verse 3: Malice & Pusha T] It's a fine line, between the have and the ain't got Mad cause you ain't hot, in fact, far from it Watchin' you plummet, we reside at the summit Full of clips, run this, ridiculous Why you makin' me laugh, the Clipse In an E-class, tap the wine glass at the lip Then on behalf of the clique, take a sip Remember how we used to be like, now it be like, whatever Malice and Terrar, of the bad double header It's the congruent, symmetrical bomb unit Opposition fate, end up in crime unit Sync wit' the flow, hell no, we fine tunin' And make the lie, kiss while you break your spine to it Talkin' to make you feel me walkin' without a worry Blaze up the spot, watch the whole crowd hurry Magnetic, do you like a tractor, pathetic Fully clips, M.O., yo, ready to set hit [Hook: Pharrell] All I wanna do is drink on the world Layin' on the beach, takin' sips wit' my girl Here they come tryna trouble me I just giggle cause I know they don't see Nor can they hear so they need to explain It's piece on pieces, that's simple and plain This is our ode to the galaxy And you can sing along if you feel like me All I wanna do is drink on the world Layin' on the beach, takin' sips wit' my girl Here they come tryna trouble me I just giggle cause I know they don't see Nor can they hear so they need to explain It's piece on pieces, that's simple and plain This is our ode to the galaxy And you can sing along if you feel like me [Outro: Pharrell] Par-ty Ain't nothin' but a Clipse par-ty All my niggas in the six, par-ty On my laced out chicks, par-ty