Feels So Good lyrics

Artist  : Twista 
Song : Feels So Good



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(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 hood niggas thrive
And
lame motherfuckers can barely
survive


(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 think
I'm blessed with the
cest 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 big
thighs and the other
one was a redbone
Where ya'll goin' ya'll thick
as hell, what's your name I wanna get up
with
ya'll tonight shit
I got some homies that
lonely never phony we on some hype shit
call
up the buddies you be tight with
We ain't
really gon be doin too much though we just ridin
around bumpin'
sounds trippin out while we
flame janes
tappin the horn at the homies that
gangbang and slang cane to maintain
to mob's
the same thing
Or we can chill at the crib and
play spades or kick some ass a bit Speed
pass
the clit and get passionate
grab the buckle
and unfasten it and we can get into some ol nasty
shit
Live if I could decide to try, don't play
me bogus this ain't no spin
move and I ain't
got no time to lie
Tell your girls we gonna be
sliding by but hit the weed tip first
cause my
clique got to be riding high 'cause it feels so
good


(Chorus)
It feels so good how
we kick it in the hood like so good
(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 like so good
(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 lust
smokin' some but the flame
tight
Trippin' off how we survivin' the rugged
terrian 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 we
sent
deebo back to back to back
We still be
buildin' stacks and packs rollin through the
blacks
black ashtrays with blunt reds and
crack sacs
We sittin' and chillin' what we're
feenin' on been in bitches' cribs
hopin its on
the fenal strokin were strollin alone
Rollin
the chrome out really trippin because we take the
smoke to the
dome
Bumpin the tunes while
bigger roles and herringbones glisten from
all
the sunlight
Peepin the fe's with thier
hair done tight boody hung right
and every
night we see at least one fight, hookin up
with
my fellow Westside cliques
Now
together we mush but when are we strapped through
and rug cutters
Just like the envy and jealousy
throughout the other is love brothers
ridin'
every one of ya'll my muhfuckers
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
Hope to get my thing on no matter what
block or or street you kick it
throughout the
world its the same song (so the Mobsters just
flame on)
For scratch we was willin' to squirt
some blood now we got up on hittin'
the
cuz
From stealin' tips where they're swum the
doves mo' we got up on some
bud, straight
hittin' up the block searching for 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
good get my boy to bring a blessin'
through
sit on the floor playin' Tekken
2
Lesson two I'm adressin' you turn out the
lights like the World Class
Wreckin' Crew
bring out the best in you
Confessin true lies
about your inner thighs and where they
been
hopin maybe you be my lady
What's the
potatoes without the gravy what you feelin on
maybe soft with
the silicone baby, but can you
pay me
Cause daily we be riding in the dope
stroll while rockin dope flows I'll
lose the
spot if I choose to stop
We can cruise some
blocks and talkin' about how later on you comin'
out
your clothes, shoes and socks now is 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

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