Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How Does It Feel to Ya, artist - Coo Coo Cal. Date of issue: 17.09.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
How Does It Feel to Ya |
| Hey Hey |
| Heey-heeayy |
| Can you picture this? |
| It’s bout that time we got the tunes |
| Hot on the block sippin' on 'yac like some damn fools |
| Consumin' liquor by the ounce |
| Ya guys is rollin' up to get their grub on |
| Wit the dubs on and the car that bounce |
| Help at the park, barbaques wit roasted pig |
| And can nobody eat until the meat is done and we feed the kids |
| Nieces, nephews, uncles and aunties |
| Yea, you ride wit plenty of folks but ain’t got nothin' up on these |
| Seeds from the weed, up out the bangs of optimos |
| A bunch of pimps, playas, and hustlaz to fock the hoes |
| Pros comin' off, when the barbaques done |
| Ain’t really focus on that, but hell a playa bound to get some |
| Kids runnin' back-and-fourth cryin' on who pushed them now |
| We all fam, but I be damned if they push my seat down |
| That’s how we kick it up in the Mil-town |
| It’s real now, but can you feel how we kick-it-up-on these steal grounds |
| *background chorus vocals — Koffee Brown |
| How does it feel to ya |
| Roll up the Swisher baby if it’s real to ya |
| Gangstas, where we from (?) to ya |
| Leg breakin', cake bakin', is it trill to ya |
| How does it feel to ya |
| That’s how we do it |
| Hop in the heavy Chevy, corner bend to it |
| Shine up the candy and the twenty-twins to it |
| Get drunk, fill up your cup again to it |
| How does it feel to ya… feel me now |
| M-dub, three thugs sittin' on duece dueces |
| Hennessy and gin, need some orange and apple juices |
| Barbaques and half-ounce, bounce wit the music |
| Wide-identical pipes (?) wit dukeys |
| Midwest is the timezone |
| When it gets hot |
| We go block-to-block, open up shop, and get our grind on |
| Now I ain’t lyin' homes to whoever make a playa change |
| To release the tension, mention basketball and play a game |
| Wit dames on the sideline cheerin' you on |
| And haters that can’t play on the side while |
| Cryin' foul, screwin' you on |
| That’s how we kick it up in the Mil-town |
| It’s real now, but can you feel how we kick-it-up-on these steal grounds |
| *background chorus vocals — Koffee Brown |
| How does it feel to ya |
| Roll up the Swisher baby if it’s real to ya |
| Gangstas, where we from (?) to ya |
| Leg breakin', cake bakin', is it trill to ya |
| How does it feel to ya |
| That’s how we do it |
| Hop in the heavy Chevy, corner bend to it |
| Shine up the candy and the twenty-twins to it |
| Get drunk, fill up your cup again to it |
| How does it feel to ya… feel me now |
| Can you picture this? |
| A bunch of bawlaz ride oldschools |
| A lot of them cut the top, hookin' up decks and sounds to roll to |
| It ain’t the old two-hundred twenty twins |
| Mack-10, boss jackin' at the lakefront in the city I’m in |
| Bendin' corners in an orderly fashion |
| Twenty cars deep |
| Creepin' up the street, beatin' dawg so it be mashin' |
| Flashin' bread at them chickenhead |
| Yea they jumpin' in to sin dawg |
| Cuz-it's-about the only thing that’ll get 'em fed |
| Hear what I just said |
| Pick 'em up in the presidental rento limo, TV’s and (?) |
| Ghetto celeb is the gear we wear |
| Naw ya’ll don’t hear it there |
| But by the end of this year you gonna feel the player |
| Sippin' on Henn, and Cris is gettin' plenty drunk |
| Which switches from the candy-coupe dawg, an empty front |
| That’s how we kick it up in the Mil-town |
| It’s real now, but can you feel how we kick-it-up-on these steal grounds |
| *background chorus vocals — Koffee Brown |
| How does it feel to ya |
| Roll up the Swisher baby if it’s real to ya |
| Gangstas, where we from (?) to ya |
| Leg breakin', cake bakin', is it trill to ya |
| How does it feel to ya |
| That’s how we do it |
| Hop in the heavy Chevy, corner bend to it |
| Shine up the candy and the twenty-twins to it |
| Get drunk, fill up your cup again to it |
| How does it feel to ya… feel me now |
| M-dub, three thugs sittin' on duece dueces |
| Hennessy and gin, need some orange and apple juices |
| Barbaques and half-ounce, bounce wit the music |
| Wide-identical pipes (?) wit dukeys |
| *background chorus vocals — Koffee Brown |
| How does it feel to ya |
| Roll up the Swisher baby if it’s real to ya |
| Gangstas, where we from (?) to ya |
| Leg breakin', cake bakin', is it trill to ya |
| How does it feel to ya |
| That’s how we do it |
| Hop in the heavy Chevy, corner bend to it |
| Shine up the candy and the twenty-twins to it |
| Get drunk, fill up your cup again to it |
| How does it feel to ya… feel me now |
| Oooooooooh yeaaaa! |
| Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! |
| Nan-na-na-na-na-na-na |
| Yea, hey, heeay hay hey yea yea |
| Hey, heaay |