Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Feelin' It, artist - Jay-Z. Date of issue: 14.09.1997
Song language: English
Feelin' It |
| I’m feelin it fill the glass to the top with Moet |
| Feelin it feel the Lex pushin up on the set |
| I’m feelin it through the high that you get from the lie |
| Feelin it if you feel it raise your l in the sky |
| I keep it realer than most I know your feelin it |
| Cristal on ice I like to toast I keep on spillin it |
| Bone crushers I keep real close I got the skill for this |
| On my back the fliest clothes lookin ill and shit |
| Transactions illegitimate cause life is still a bitch |
| And then you die but for now life close your eyes and feel this dick |
| Since diapers had nothin to live for like them lifers but |
| Makin sure every nigga stay rich within my cipher |
| We paid the price to circular success they turned my mic up |
| I’m 'bout to hit these niggas wit some shit that a light they life up |
| If every nigga in your clique is rich your clique is rugged |
| Nobody will fall cause everyone would be each others crutches |
| I hope you fools choose to listen I drop jewels bust it |
| These are the rules I follow in my life you gotta love it |
| Jiggy jigger lookin gully in the joint |
| If y’all niggas ain’t talkin 'bout large money what’s the point? |
| Even if it ain’t sunny hey I ain’t complainin |
| I’m in the rain doing a buck 40 hydroplanin what shorty |
| (Where you disappear son?) |
| Maintainin puttin myself in a position most of these rappers ain’t in |
| I’m livin the ill streets blues got you hunger painin |
| Nothin to gain and a whole lot to lose you still singin fool |
| I’m thorough in every boro my name be ringin |
| Warmin it up for the perfect time to hit your brain and |
| Ya Feelin it? |
| to all the girls I bought the girdle to conceal my bricks |
| No doubt they can vouch my life is real as shit |
| 95 south and poppy on the hill and shit |
| And all the towns like Cambridge that I killed wit shit |
| And all the thorough ass niggas that I hustle wit |
| Throw your joints in the air one time and bust your shit |
| These fake rappers cant really know I’m lovin it ya feelin it |
| What y’all ain’t heard that nigga Jay high? |
| The Cristals they keep me wet like Baywatch |
| I keep it tight for all the nights my mom prayed I’d stop |
| Said she had dreams that snipers hit me with a fatal shot |
| Those nightmares mom |
| Those dreams you say you got give me the chills |
| But these mils make me hot y’all feel me |
| Enough to stop the illin right? |
| But at the same time these dimes keep me feelin tight |
| I’m so confused |
| OK I’m gettin weeded now I know I’m contradicting myself |
| Look I don’t need that now |
| It just once in a blue moon when there’s nothin to do and |
| The tension’s too thick for my sober mind to cut through |
| I get to zonin, me and the chick on the island and we’re bonin' |
| I free my mind sometimes I here myself moanin |
| Take one more toke and I leave that weed alone man |
| It got me goin shit |