Feels So Good lyrics

Song information

Artist: Twista
Album: Adrenaline Rush

Lyrics

(Intro)
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 lil' niggas thrive
And lame motherfuckers can barely stay alive

(Verse 1)
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 that got blessed wit tha sex 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 cuz one of them got chocolate thick
Thighs and the other one was a redbone
Where ya'll goin' ya'll thick as hell, what's ya name I wanna get up
With ya'll durin' tha night shit
I got some homies that lonely never phony we on some hype shit
Call up the buddies that you be tight with
We ain't really gon be doin too much though a ridin around bumpin'
Sounds trippin out while we flame jane
Tappin the horn at the homies that gangbang and slang cane to maintain
Tomorrow the same thing
Or we can chill at the crib and play spades and kick some ass a bit speed
Pass the clit and get passionate
Grab ya buckle and unfasten it and get into some ol nasty shit
Live if I could decide to try, don't play me bogus cause ain't no spin
Movin' I ain't got no time to lie
So tell your girls we gon be sliding by but hit the weed tip first
Cause my click got to be riding high 'cause it feels so good

(Chorus)
Cause it feels so good how we kick it in the hood, it's like ohhh
(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, it's like ohhh
(When we ridin high)
Rollin through the hood with phillies and hoes
Straight pimpin' with nowhere to go

(Verse 2)
Me and my homies hooked up some cowards took up when niggas we love
Smokin' on some bud that's flame tight
Trippin' off how we survive in the rugged terrain 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 though we see evil people back to back we still be holdin' stacks and packs ridin through witrough black blacks, ash trays, ?, and crack sacks
Hustlin' and chillin' wat we focusin'
Been all through bitches crib hopin' it's on
If ain't no strokin' we strollin' alone roll on the chrome not really trippin' because we take the smoke to tha dome
Bumpin the tunes while nickel roles and herringbones glisten from off
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 clicks
Now together must but when we rolled wit straps we was some rug cutters
Despite the envy and jealousy throughout the others cause all y'all my mufukkas
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
Hopin' to get my thing on no matter what block you stay on kickin' round my world is the same song(so the mobsters just flame on)
For scratch we was willin' to squirt some blood now we got gators on hurtin' tha club and hit tha tip where they servin' them dubs now we got up on bud straight beatin' up the block searchin' fo 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

Chorus

(Verse 3)
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 and get my boy to bring a blessin' through
Sit on the floor and play some tekken 2
Lesson two I'm undressin' you turn out the lights like the world class
Wreckin' crew bring out the best in you
Confessin truths lies about your inner thighs and where they been at
Hopin maybe you be my lady
What's the potatoes without the gravy what I'm feelin on maybe softer then
Silicone baby, but can you pay me
Cause lately we riding on tha dope stroll and I can go low
I'll lose my shop if I choose to stop
We can cruise some blocks and talk about how later on you comin' out
Your clothes, shoes and socks now aint 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