It Feels so Good

This goes out to all sides 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 cologne like Doug E. Fresh in the flesh
 Think I'm blessed with the zest 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 y'all goin'? Y'all thick as hell
 What's your name I wanna get up with y'all 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 'caine to maintain to mob's the same thing
 Or we can chill at the crib and play spades or kick some ass a bit
 Speedpass 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' this rugged terrain
 And try to hang tight getting fucked up on game night
 Used to be gang fights now we gotta try to relax with the strap
 Even we sent Deebo back to back to back
 We still be holdin' stacks of packs
 Rollin' through with black blacks
 Ash trays with blunts, regs, and crack sacks
 Hustlin' and chilling's what I'm focusin' on
 Fiendin' through bitch's cribs hopin' it's on
 If ain't no strokin' we strollin' along
 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 their hair done tight
 Booty 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
 Despite the envy and jealousy throughout the other is love brothers
 Ridin' every one of y'all my motherfuckers
 So put the Black Magic on the tires and get the wax off the chrome
 We gon' to blaze on till my brain's blown
 Hopin' to get my thang on
 Not matter what block you stay on kick it
 Round the world it's 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 cuz
 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 meso we can ride the sky
 But only if you let me play with you while we ridin' 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
 Sittin' back cruising through the slow breeze
 Thinkin' how can I get mo' cheese
 Bumpin' a system costin' 4 Gs
 I stay on my P's for the po' P's
 Split the Phillie 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' through the ghetto with nowhere to go
 '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
 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
 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 (go, go)