Feels So Good lyrics
Song information
Artist: Twista Album: Adrenaline Rush
Lyrics
(Intro) This goes out to all riders worldwide Let that playa ass nigga twista be your guide as we go on a ride Where playa hatin' killers and the lil' niggas thrive And lame motherfuckers can barely stay alive
(Verse 1) One morning I woke up next to a thick bitch took a shower dried off Brushed the gold teeth like slick rick Tapped on obsession colonge like doug e. fresh in the flesh that got blessed wit tha sex after slippin' on my slick fit The high discover me, hit the front porch two women butterly lovely In front of me got my head gone I sent the bitch in the bed home cuz one of them got chocolate thick Thighs and the other one was a redbone Where ya'll goin' ya'll thick as hell, what's ya name I wanna get up With ya'll durin' tha night shit I got some homies that lonely never phony we on some hype shit Call up the buddies that you be tight with We ain't really gon be doin too much though a ridin around bumpin' Sounds trippin out while we flame jane Tappin the horn at the homies that gangbang and slang cane to maintain Tomorrow the same thing Or we can chill at the crib and play spades and kick some ass a bit speed Pass the clit and get passionate Grab ya buckle and unfasten it and get into some ol nasty shit Live if I could decide to try, don't play me bogus cause ain't no spin Movin' I ain't got no time to lie So tell your girls we gon be sliding by but hit the weed tip first Cause my click got to be riding high 'cause it feels so good
(Chorus) Cause it feels so good how we kick it in the hood, it's like ohhh (When we ridin high) Rollin through the hood with phillies and hoes Straight pimpin' with nowhere to go And it feels so good the way we kick it in the hood, it's like ohhh (When we ridin high) Rollin through the hood with phillies and hoes Straight pimpin' with nowhere to go
(Verse 2) Me and my homies hooked up some cowards took up when niggas we love Smokin' on some bud that's flame tight Trippin' off how we survive in the rugged terrain and try to hang tight Getting fucked up on gang night Used to be gang fights now we gotta try to relax with the srap even though we see evil people back to back we still be holdin' stacks and packs ridin through witrough black blacks, ash trays, ?, and crack sacks Hustlin' and chillin' wat we focusin' Been all through bitches crib hopin' it's on If ain't no strokin' we strollin' alone roll on the chrome not really trippin' because we take the smoke to tha dome Bumpin the tunes while nickel roles and herringbones glisten from off The sunlight Peepin the fe's with their hair done tight booty hung right And every night we see at least one fight, hookin up with My fellow westside clicks Now together must but when we rolled wit straps we was some rug cutters Despite the envy and jealousy throughout the others cause all y'all my mufukkas So put the black magic on the tires and get the wax off the chrome We gone to blaze on till my brain's blown Hopin' to get my thing on no matter what block you stay on kickin' round my world is the same song(so the mobsters just flame on) For scratch we was willin' to squirt some blood now we got gators on hurtin' tha club and hit tha tip where they servin' them dubs now we got up on bud straight beatin' up the block searchin' fo love Reach up and hit the deep lung then we gone smokin delight the body Right what the party like are you as live as i Come roll with me so we can ride the sky but only if you let me play With you while we ridin' high 'cause it feels so good
Chorus
(Verse 3) Sittin back cruising through the slow breeze thinkin how can I get mo' Cheese Bumpin' a system costin' 4 g's I stay on my p's for the po p's Split the philly with my door keys Scoop a female to the crib and get my boy to bring a blessin' through Sit on the floor and play some tekken 2 Lesson two I'm undressin' you turn out the lights like the world class Wreckin' crew bring out the best in you Confessin truths lies about your inner thighs and where they been at Hopin maybe you be my lady What's the potatoes without the gravy what I'm feelin on maybe softer then Silicone baby, but can you pay me Cause lately we riding on tha dope stroll and I can go low I'll lose my shop if I choose to stop We can cruise some blocks and talk about how later on you comin' out Your clothes, shoes and socks now aint that news or not Come I step on the gas slow and smoke on this last "o" get a "b" and Split it now watch me kill it Tinted windows took a sealin' off in the astro on billets take a choke On so I can really feel it Thinkin' about not having the rich life but the hood life was still a Good life and that we know Always and forever though, for ever more rollin in the ghetto with no Where to go and it feels so good
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
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