Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It Feels so Good, artist - Twista.
Date of issue: 29.08.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
It Feels so Good |
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 hood niggas thrive |
And lame motherfuckers can barely survive |
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 think |
I’m blessed with the cest 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 'cause one of them got chocolate big |
Thighs and the other one was a redbone |
Where ya’ll goin' ya’ll thick as hell, what’s your name I wanna get up |
With ya’ll tonight shit |
I got some homies that lonely never phony we on some hype shit |
Call up the buddies you be tight with |
We ain’t really gon be doin too much though we just ridin around bumpin' |
Sounds trippin out while we flame janes |
Tappin the horn at the homies that gangbang and slang cane to maintain |
To mob’s the same thing |
Or we can chill at the crib and play spades or kick some ass a bit Speed |
Pass the clit and get passionate |
Grab the buckle and unfasten it and we can get into some ol nasty shit |
Live if I could decide to try, don’t play me bogus this ain’t no spin |
Move and I ain’t got no time to lie |
Tell your girls we gonna be sliding by but hit the weed tip first |
Cause my clique got to be riding high 'cause it feels so good |
It feels so good how we kick it in the hood like so good |
(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 like so good |
(When we ridin high) |
Rollin through the hood with phillies and hoes |
Straight pimpin' with nowhere to go |
Me and my homies hooked up some cowards took up when niggas we lust |
Smokin' some but the flame tight |
Trippin' off how we survivin' the rugged terrian 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 we |
Sent deebo back to back to back |
We still be buildin' stacks and packs rollin through the blacks |
Black ashtrays with blunt reds and crack sacs |
We sittin' and chillin' what we’re feenin' on been in bitches' cribs |
Hopin its on the fenal strokin were strollin alone |
Rollin the chrome out really trippin because we take the smoke to the |
Dome |
Bumpin the tunes while bigger roles and herringbones glisten from all |
The sunlight |
Peepin the fe’s with thier hair done tight boody hung right |
And every night we see at least one fight, hookin up with |
My fellow Westside cliques |
Now together we mush but when are we strapped through and rug cutters |
Just like the envy and jealousy throughout the other is love brothers |
Ridin' every one of ya’ll my muhfuckers |
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 |
Hope to get my thing on no matter what block or or street you kick it |
Throughout the world its the same song (so the Mobsters just flame on) |
For scratch we was willin' to squirt some blood now we got up on hittin' |
The 'cause |
From stealin' tips where they’re swum the doves mo' we got up on some |
Bud, straight hittin' up the block searching for 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 |
Sittin back cruising through the slow breeze thinkin how can I get mo' |
Cheese |
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 good get my boy to bring a blessin' through |
Sit on the floor playin' Tekken 2 |
Lesson two I’m adressin' you turn out the lights like the World Class |
Wreckin' Crew bring out the best in you |
Confessin true lies about your inner thighs and where they been |
Hopin maybe you be my lady |
What’s the potatoes without the gravy what you feelin on maybe soft with |
The silicone baby, but can you pay me |
Cause daily we be riding in the dope stroll while rockin dope flows I’ll |
Lose the spot if I choose to stop |
We can cruise some blocks and talkin' about how later on you comin' out |
Your clothes, shoes and socks now is 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 |