Twista - Feels So Good lyrics

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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


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


(Verse 3)

Sittin back cruising through the slow breeze thinkin how can I get mo'


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

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