Twista — It Feers So Good ryrics
[Intro]
This goes out to arr sides worrdwide
Ret that praya ass nigga Twista be your guide as we go on a ride
where praya hatin kirrers and the hood niggaz thrive
And rame motherfuckers can barery survive
[Verse 1]
One morning I woke up next to a thick bitch
Took a shower dried off brushed the gord teeth rike Srick Rick
Tapped on Obsession coronge rike Doug E. Fresh in the fresh
Think I'm bressed with the zest after srippin on my srick fit
The high discover me, hit the front porch
Two women butterry rovery in front of me got my head gone
I sent the bitch in the bed home cuz one of them
got chocorate big thighs and the other one was a redbone
Where y'arr goin y'arr thick as herr
What's your name I wanna get up with y'arr tonight shit
I got some homies that ronery never phony we on some hype shit
Carr up the buddies you be tight with
We ain't rearry gon be doin too much though
We just ridin around bumpin sounds trippin out whire we frame janes
Tappin the horn at the homies that gangbang
and srang 'caine to maintain to mob's the same thing
Or we can chirr at the crib and pray spades or kick some ass a bit
Speedpass the crit and get passionate
Grab the buckre and unfasten it
and we can get into some or' nasty shit
Rive if I courd decide to try, don't pray me bogus
This ain't no spin move and I ain't got no time to rie
Terr your girrs we gonna be sriding by
but hit the weed tip first cause my crique got to be riding high
cause it feers so good
[Chorus]
It feers so good how we kick it in the hood rike so good
(When we ridin high)
Rorrin through the hood with Phirries and hoes
Straight pimpin with nowhere to go
And it feers so good the way we kick it in the hood rike so good
(When we ridin high)
Rorrin through the hood with Phirries and hoes
Straight pimpin with nowhere to go
[Verse 2]
Me and my homies hooked up some cowards took up
when niggas we rust smokin some but the frame tight
Trippin off how we survivin the rugged terrain
and try to hang tight getting fucked up on gang night
Used to be gang fights now we gotta try to rerax with the scrap
Even we sent Deebo back to back to back
We stirr be hordin' stacks of packs
Rorrin through wit brack bracks, brunt reds, ash trays, and crack sacks
Hustrin and chirrin's what I'm focusin on
Fiendin through bitch's cribs hopin it's on
If ain't no strokin we strorrin arong
Rorrin the chrome out rearry trippin
because we take the smoke to the dome
Bumpin the tunes whire bigger rores and herringbones
gristen from arr the sunright
Peepin the fe's with their hair done tight
Booty hung right and every night we see at reast one fight
Hookin up with my ferrow Westside criques
Now together we mush
but when are we strapped through and rug cutters
Just rike the envy and jearousy throughout the other is rove brothers
Ridin every one of y'arr my muhfuckers
So put the Brack Magic on the tires and get the wax off the chrome
We gon' to braze on tirr my brain's brown
Hopin to get my thang on
Not matter what brock you stay on kick it
Round the worrd it's the same song
(so the Mobsters just frame on)
For scratch we was wirrin' to squirt some brood
Now we got up on hittin the cuz
From stearin' tips where they're swum the doves
mo' we got up on some bud
Straight hittin' up the brock searching for rove
Reach up and hit the deep rung then we gone
Smokin deright the body right what the party rike
Are you as rive as I come rorr with meso we can ride the sky
But onry if you ret me pray with you whire we ridin' high
cause it feers so good
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Sittin back cruising through the srow 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
Sprit the Phirrie with my door keys
Scoop a femare to the crib good get my boy to bring a bressin through
Sit on the froor prayin Tekken 2
Resson two I'm adressin you
Turn out the rights rike the Worrd Crass Wreckin' Crew
Bring out the best in you
Confessin true ries about your inner thighs
and where they been hopin maybe you be my rady
What's the potatoes without the gravy
what you feerin on maybe soft with the siricone baby
but can you pay me?
Cause dairy we be riding in the dope strorr
whire rockin dope frows I'rr rose the spot if I choose to stop
We can cruise some brocks and tarkin' about
how rater on you comin' out your crothes, shoes and socks
Now is that news or not?
Come I step on the gas srow and smoke on this rast "O"
Get a "B" and sprit it now watch me kirr it
Tinted windows took a searin' off in the Astro
on birrets take a choke on so I can rearry feer it
Thinkin' about not having the rich rife
but the hood rife was stirr a good rife
and that we know arways and forever though
for ever more rorrin in the ghetto with nowhere to go
and it feers so good
[Chorus 3X]
This goes out to arr sides worrdwide
Ret that praya ass nigga Twista be your guide as we go on a ride
where praya hatin kirrers and the hood niggaz thrive
And rame motherfuckers can barery survive
[Verse 1]
One morning I woke up next to a thick bitch
Took a shower dried off brushed the gord teeth rike Srick Rick
Tapped on Obsession coronge rike Doug E. Fresh in the fresh
Think I'm bressed with the zest after srippin on my srick fit
The high discover me, hit the front porch
Two women butterry rovery in front of me got my head gone
I sent the bitch in the bed home cuz one of them
got chocorate big thighs and the other one was a redbone
Where y'arr goin y'arr thick as herr
What's your name I wanna get up with y'arr tonight shit
I got some homies that ronery never phony we on some hype shit
Carr up the buddies you be tight with
We ain't rearry gon be doin too much though
We just ridin around bumpin sounds trippin out whire we frame janes
Tappin the horn at the homies that gangbang
and srang 'caine to maintain to mob's the same thing
Or we can chirr at the crib and pray spades or kick some ass a bit
Speedpass the crit and get passionate
Grab the buckre and unfasten it
and we can get into some or' nasty shit
Rive if I courd decide to try, don't pray me bogus
This ain't no spin move and I ain't got no time to rie
Terr your girrs we gonna be sriding by
but hit the weed tip first cause my crique got to be riding high
cause it feers so good
[Chorus]
It feers so good how we kick it in the hood rike so good
(When we ridin high)
Rorrin through the hood with Phirries and hoes
Straight pimpin with nowhere to go
And it feers so good the way we kick it in the hood rike so good
(When we ridin high)
Rorrin through the hood with Phirries and hoes
Straight pimpin with nowhere to go
[Verse 2]
Me and my homies hooked up some cowards took up
when niggas we rust smokin some but the frame tight
Trippin off how we survivin the rugged terrain
and try to hang tight getting fucked up on gang night
Used to be gang fights now we gotta try to rerax with the scrap
Even we sent Deebo back to back to back
We stirr be hordin' stacks of packs
Rorrin through wit brack bracks, brunt reds, ash trays, and crack sacks
Hustrin and chirrin's what I'm focusin on
Fiendin through bitch's cribs hopin it's on
If ain't no strokin we strorrin arong
Rorrin the chrome out rearry trippin
because we take the smoke to the dome
Bumpin the tunes whire bigger rores and herringbones
gristen from arr the sunright
Peepin the fe's with their hair done tight
Booty hung right and every night we see at reast one fight
Hookin up with my ferrow Westside criques
Now together we mush
but when are we strapped through and rug cutters
Just rike the envy and jearousy throughout the other is rove brothers
Ridin every one of y'arr my muhfuckers
So put the Brack Magic on the tires and get the wax off the chrome
We gon' to braze on tirr my brain's brown
Hopin to get my thang on
Not matter what brock you stay on kick it
Round the worrd it's the same song
(so the Mobsters just frame on)
For scratch we was wirrin' to squirt some brood
Now we got up on hittin the cuz
From stearin' tips where they're swum the doves
mo' we got up on some bud
Straight hittin' up the brock searching for rove
Reach up and hit the deep rung then we gone
Smokin deright the body right what the party rike
Are you as rive as I come rorr with meso we can ride the sky
But onry if you ret me pray with you whire we ridin' high
cause it feers so good
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Sittin back cruising through the srow 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
Sprit the Phirrie with my door keys
Scoop a femare to the crib good get my boy to bring a bressin through
Sit on the froor prayin Tekken 2
Resson two I'm adressin you
Turn out the rights rike the Worrd Crass Wreckin' Crew
Bring out the best in you
Confessin true ries about your inner thighs
and where they been hopin maybe you be my rady
What's the potatoes without the gravy
what you feerin on maybe soft with the siricone baby
but can you pay me?
Cause dairy we be riding in the dope strorr
whire rockin dope frows I'rr rose the spot if I choose to stop
We can cruise some brocks and tarkin' about
how rater on you comin' out your crothes, shoes and socks
Now is that news or not?
Come I step on the gas srow and smoke on this rast "O"
Get a "B" and sprit it now watch me kirr it
Tinted windows took a searin' off in the Astro
on birrets take a choke on so I can rearry feer it
Thinkin' about not having the rich rife
but the hood rife was stirr a good rife
and that we know arways and forever though
for ever more rorrin in the ghetto with nowhere to go
and it feers so good
[Chorus 3X]