Lyrics The Way You Feel (Feat. Shadow & Lil Los) - Woodie, Shadow, Lil Los

The Way You Feel (Feat. Shadow & Lil Los)

Tonight We Blaze
Drop Fade On The Dank In The Bay All Day, Maintain
Maryjane Keep Fazing The Haze
Hit The Jay Always, I Stay On Swade, Got No Shame
And I Won’t Change, Cuz You Can’t Tame Game
Plus We Hang In A Place Where Things Are Strange
Your Brains Get Blown From A Pistol, Place That Scrill Allday
Hit The Hill Parlay, Til There Ain’t No Punks Or Cowards
You Hangin Around Us Better Be Down With Us
There Ain’t No Insults Jack On Impulse
Drama Happens But Imma Savage
Those Scandalis Pos Tryin To Do Damage
Im Chokin On Rope In A Cloud Of Smoke
But Before You Kno It I Vansish
And My Eyes Still Slanted Grabbin The 40
Posted Wit My Homies, Smoke Wit It Closely
Watchin You Fonys Act Like You Kno Me
But Still Stayin One Step Ahead Of The Police
Slowly Aproach We Dont Stand Too Close
Not Even Beside Me And Neva Behind Me
Too Many Robberies Got Me On Paranoid
Cokin My Mettle Toy
Like A Hoe Watch Me Point
Clear My Voice And Grip My Groin
Twist Some Moist To Gettin Bizzy
Remmeding Your Homeboys Wit My Homeboys
When Bustas Make A Choice, To Avoid The Game Get Strange
Pull Up The Snatch And Hit The Gas Pass Round The Joint
Im Passed The Point Of Redemption
Reject The Stress
And Slice The Vega With A Razor And Blaze The Veda
Sheke Em Fifty With My Down And Filthy Native Behavoir
We Puts It Down In The Town Where Im From
Nothin But A G Thang In The East Maine
Smokin Dank Up In The Golden State
Tryin To Get Paid, Watchin The Bitchmade Pimp
They Still Stay In The Midst Of Drama
Ridaz Creep Like Spidaz
On The Late Nighta But We Fightas
Timeless Ridaz Survivers, Light The Rope Pop It At Some Hoes
Can Get Exposed Before Those Panties Duurrroppp
Its The Same One Goes Down
We Blow Our Clouds In The Town Of Antioch
Don’t Be Afraid Of The Way You Feel
Blaze Up The Jay And Take A Hit Of That Kill
Don’t Be Afraid Of The Way You Feel
It’s The Bomb
Its Like Mental That I Get Lit
That Icky Is My Favorite
Gotta A Cravin Can I Shake It
Shes Beggin Me To Take It
Supposed To Lift With Caution
That Killas Got Me Coughin
I Ain’t Droppin And I Ain’t Stoppin
Until Them Ballas Start Recroppin
And Im Often Gone Off That Rope
And I Hope That This Danksmoke
Will Get Me Lifted, Results Of My Addiction
Im Hitting Baby Crazy
Something Like Daily, And Lately Ive Been Feenin
For Her Love So I Spend Dubs And Fill My Lungs
Inhale And Exhale, Indo Flows When We
Blow Hydroponics, Havin None Smokers Astonished
Gone Off 50 Sacs Get Polished, I’m Hella Sauced
Tossed Off That Greenery, With Dankclouds In My Scenery They Seem
To Be Completin Me
And I Got These Bomb Sacs
Givin In Some Dental Contact, To All Them
Smokers That Dont Smoke And Dont Kno How To React
But Don’t Be Afraid, When MJ Got Your Thoughts Delayed
Its Just That Triple A Grade, That Steady Fuccin Wit Your Brain
I Got My Flame To My Savior, Wrapped Up In A Vega
Cuz I Love How She Tell This To My Kickback Behavior
And I Can’t Stop, Won’t Stop, I Smoke Pot Til My Casket Drops
I Luve The Steady Callin
So I Gotta Drop A 10 Spot Yea
Don’t Be Afraid Of The Way You Feel
Blaze Up The Jay And Take A Hit Of That Kill
Don’t Be Afraid Of The Way You Feel
It’s The Bomb
Woodies Caught Off That OE Those Who Know Me
Kno I Dont Smoke Weed But My Greenbud Smokin Homies
Keep On Forcin The Dank Up On Me
Whats A Soldier To Do?
Peer Pressure Has Got Me In A Predickament
There Tellin Me To Hit That Shit
Tellin Me That Its The Sticky Shit
Im Thinkin Dam, Its Only Herb Im Already Perked
Ill Take One Hit, Thats It Then Quit
But That’s Bullshit, They Get Me Smokin The Whole Spliff
So Low D, Who I Be W-Doubl O-D-I-E
Off That Old-E Daily and Nightly
Barely Hittin On That Ty Weed, So If You Happen
To Find Me High And You’re Not One of My Homeboys
Better Shake That Spot, Get Off That Block
That Got Me Paranoid, Grippin A Pistol Under My Jersey
Trigger Finger Ready To Yank
Got Me Talkin Twice To A Mobile
Like My Homeboy Lil Nate Bates
And Now I Feel Like Mobbin
55 Degrees Out With That Top Down
In A Lark, Barking Thru The Yoc Town
With The Heater On, Whos A Hog Now?
That Indo Got Me Hella High
Smobbin Gazin At The Sky
Thinkin Back On Junior High
Me And Blackbird Side By Side
Wishin He Was In The Ride
That Bomb That Got Me Teary Eyed
That Bomb That Makin Me Snap Sometimes
When I Grab My Strap Prepare To Die
When Ever I Smoke All Thoughts Get Spilled
But Most of All Wood Wants to Chill
So When You Take A Hit Of This Kill
Dont Be Afraid Of The Way U Feel!
Don’t Be Afraid Of The Way You Feel
Blaze Up The Jay And Take A Hit Of That Kill
Don’t Be Afraid Of The Way You Feel
It’s The Bomb