Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Feel So Good, artist - Looptroop Rockers. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Feel So Good |
| Causing a sensation across the nation |
| Loop-troop Rockers |
| It ain’t my fault that your girl got caught |
| Tim-buk-tu |
| Making people feel soooooo goooooood |
| Chords |
| I spit it on tour, sick to the core, promoters take me to court |
| Fuck your thought, Västerås up in this taking no shorts |
| You know the boss is yours truly of course |
| Big tune, pull it up, wheel it back, tune it once more |
| Promoe the mad rapper slash, show me the cash, or your ass |
| Put in a black plastic bag, picture then imagine that |
| Man I’m exquisite when I visit your shiznit |
| Looptroop drug business, illicit, man listen |
| I’m fixing your missus some physical fitness |
| To the competition of R. Kelly, pissing on bitches |
| No I don’t compete, I’ll come preach at your funeral service |
| Where your girl sings like you never heard it, she sings: |
| You make me feel so good (I want some more) |
| You make me feel so good (With the things you do) |
| I never knew that I could (I never knew) |
| Ever feel so good |
| Now what you want, check us out, think again, yo we out |
| Before you know, on the road, to the next fucking show |
| Yo, that’s how we go, how the troop likes to roll |
| Steal everything from the grocery store |
| So, what you fools going to do to us? |
| Nothin', cos I know that your whole crew sucks |
| And I every time that we rock it on the stage, we amaze |
| So you hate, but it’s cool, cos the troop take the blame |
| Yo, anyway, anyhow, we a threat to your town |
| Let’s go, pass the fuel, burn it down |
| But nuff of that, it’s time for some love |
| Because this next one here is straight to my girl |
| You make me feel so good (So good) |
| Yo I cut straight to the chase, say it straight to your face |
| Problem? |
| It ain’t mine, see I make no mistakes |
| And whats the point in making you wait |
| I’ll skip the first four bars and break you with eight |
| You think I like rap? |
| Shit I’m dying to quit |
| Retire and sit back firing spliffs |
| Laid back, recline in your crib |
| Chilling just sipping wine with your bitch |
| Chief red-eye get mine in your fridge |
| Chilling out back, spending time with your kids |
| Look at me man I’m the obvious choice |
| That’s why little miss you’s at the top of her voice, singing |
| You make me feel so good (Yeah baby right there) |
| You make me feel so good (God damn hot) |
| I never knew that I could |
| Ever feel so good |
| Yo lady just listen, I need your assistance |
| I gotta keep distance, believe me I’m trying |
| But any time we kick it, every time I’m tripping |
| Falling in love, slipping into your smile (darling) |
| I can’t forget how we laughed, how we sexed |
| But he ain’t ready yet so don’t tell him, I’ll break the news |
| Got to accept that he’s losing respect, and they need to get checked |
| So my crew gon' shake them fools |
| Business is booming while their shit is ruined |
| Crowds straight up booing, still claiming he king |
| So we need to address it, spit something impressive |
| Teach him a lesson. |
| I love when you sing to me |
| You make me feel so good (So good) |
| The rubbish people talking it’s filling my ears up |
| With shit I don’t hear hope the airways will clear up |
| And clean up my castle, with no bleedin' hassle |
| Catch me kicking my feet up and peeling apples |
| The whole ball of wax as your falling backwards |
| Tumbling backwards to deep holes of blackness |
| That’s just the way the wind blows |
| We snacking on rappers like cinnamon rolls |
| And the Looptroop and Timbuk' and Chords rockathon |
| So grab your genitals and bop along |
| A tour of the land’s a punani buffet |
| Every show every day you hear all them girls say |
| You make me feel so good (I'm on cham-p) |
| You make me feel so good (Come home with me) |
| I never knew that I could (And maybe we) |
| Ever feel so good (Could get nasty) |