Still Feels So Good lyrics

Song information

Artist: Twista
Album: Kamikaze

Lyrics

(Feat. jazze pha)

[Intro: girl]
This goes out to all sides worldwide
Let that playa ass nigga twista be yo guide, as we go on a ride
Hood to hood, chrome, leather, and wood
And it feels so good..

[Twista]
One mornin' i..
Woke up next to a peanut butter and a caramel chick
Feelin fucked up, flicked out, freaked on
Thinkin' about my new truck with tha' deep dish
Meanin' deep chrome, deep chrome, in tha deep dome
After a massage and a ménage, we got in tha shower
Let water trickle down tha crack of tha back of they booty
Got out tha tub and went back to tha master bedroom
One put on prada, one put on ludi, I put on gucci
Duty calls, I'm bout to hit tha scene and ball
But before I leave I spray on some itsimiaki
Take my truck up to tha wash, put tha sparkle back on
Wax on, wax off like mr. miagi
Go to tha liquor store so I can get blunts, get yak
So I can sip some while I split one
Chronicle enter ever pholical of my body
Calmin' down every molecule, makin' sure I dont trip none
Hit one..
Hop in tha' ride, come and kick it wit me
So I can take you through tha' so-and-so hundred block
And show you how my people be kickin' it in tha windy city
I wanna show you where I hang out at, where we make our scratch
While we sit on leather grippin' wood
Where tha' hustla's got packs and tha g's got stacks
And tha' pimps got lacks, rollin' through tha hood
And it feels so good..

[Chorus: jazze pha]

And it feels so good
Turnin' corners with my pinky man
Through my hood
Chokin' on a b and switchin' lanes is understood (understood...)
I'm a baller livin' pimpish
Man, leather and wood
Said it feels so good (feels so good...)

[Twista]
Now I done seen plenty niggas flip twenty's, flip twenty one's
Flip twenty two's, flip jordans, flip two-fours
Mega ballin', new clothes
Momma got a new store, tv screens, hundred-forty spokes
And we fittina' roll, right off madison to tha manor in a drop-top lexus
Sippin' henny rollin' reckless, feelin' so motherfuckin' good I could roll my vehicle to
Texas
And spit it like, this is for tha syrup sipper's..
Gotta slow it down so you feel it, plus it make tha words figure
And spit some screwed shit and do shit so that you understand
When it come to spittin' rapid-fire lyric adrenaline then I be the motherfuckin' man..
Get tha love, when I hit tha club gotta freak in, it's the weekend and the dj bumpin' tatoo
Track move like some southern, black blues, or like tha cooper, got cruise
And they got shoes it's packet-proof instead I be tha hottest rap..
Dude...ride to this while you peel, yo, hood
You could go around tha block or travel tha whole world, when you come back it's still yo
Hood
And it feels so good..

Chorus

[Twista]
I spit some game wit tha intellect, to tha media, like I'm in tha encyclopedia brittanica
Come and take over tha world wit' me girl, if you good I might can see if I can be yo manager
Get yo career on track and yo life on point and I'll show you how yo taxes go..
Tactics flow quicker than a hat-trick go, smokin on some fire, galactic dro
I know it's good when you smoke that fire, puff that herb, get that dirt, hit that lick
Cop yourself a motherfuckin' bently car, cop yourself a motherfuckin' bently crib
Pop that ass, throw that dick, twork that thing, bust that nut
Drop that top, turn tha base up, put you a chameleon paint on tha truck
Get iced up, bumpin' twista grooves as I cruise new shoes rollin' smooth up in k-town
In my city come and feel it ghetto blues, if you snooze you lose don't pay dues for tha
Tre-pound
Take tha time to kick wit' yo home girls... and feel yo nugz..
Keep on hatin' on tha l, big family we gon' steady come up and im'a still smoke good
And it feels so good..

[Chorus 2x]

[Outro]
Roll one, light one, smoke one, sip some..
Roll one, light one, smoke one, sip some..
Roll one, light one, smoke one, sip some..
Roll one, light one, smoke one, sip some..