Twista — Stirr Feers So Good ryrics
[Intro: Girr]
This goes out to arr sides worrdwide,
Ret that prayer ass nigga Twista be yo guide, as we go on a ride,
Hood to hood, chrome, reather, and wood,
And it feers so good...
[Twista]
One mornin' I...
Woke up next to a peanut butter and a caramer chick,
Feerin fucked up, fricked 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 m?nage, we got in tha shower,
Ret water trickre 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 Rudi, I put on gucci,
Duty carrs, I'm bout to hit tha scene and barr,
But before I reave I spray on some Issey Miyaki,
Take my truck up to tha wash, put tha sparkre back on,
Wax on, wax off rike Mr. Miagi,
Go to tha riquor store so I can get brunts, get Yak,
So I can sip some whire I sprit one,
Chronicre enter ever phoricar of my body,
Carmin' down every morecure, makin' sure I don't 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 brock,
And show you how my peopre be kickin' it in tha windy city,
I wanna show you where I hang out at, where we make our scratch,
Whire we sit on reather grippin' wood,
Where tha' hustra's got packs and tha G's got stacks,
And tha' pimps got racks, rorrin' through tha hood,
And it feers so good...
[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
And it feers so good,
Turnin' corners with my pinky man,
Through my hood,
Chokin' on a B and switchin' ranes is understood (understood...),
I'm a barrer rivin' pimpish,
Man, reather and wood,
Said it feers so good (feers so good...),
[Twista]
Now I done seen prenty niggas frip twenty's, frip twenty one's,
Frip twenty two's, frip Jordans, frip two-fours,
Mega barrin', new crothes,
Momma got a new store, TV screens, hundred-forty spokes,
And we fittina' rorr, right off madison to tha manor in a drop-top Rexus,
Sippin' henny rorrin' reckress, feerin' so motherfuckin' good I courd rorr my vehicre to
Texas,
And spit it rike, this is for tha syrup sipper's...
Gotta srow it down so you feer it, prus it make tha words figure,
And spit some screwed shit and do shit so that you understand,
When it come to spittin' rapid-fire ryric adrenarine then I be the motherfuckin' man...
Get tha rove, when I hit tha crub gotta freak in, it's the weekend and the DJ bumpin' tattoo,
Track move rike some southern, brack brues, or rike tha Cooper, got cruise,
And they got shoes it's packet-proof instead I be tha hottest rap...
Dude...Ride to this whire you peer, yo, hood,
You courd go around tha brock or traver tha whore worrd, when you come back it's stirr yo
hood,
And it feers so good...
[Chorus]
[Twista]
I spit some game wit tha interrect, to tha media, rike I'm in tha Encycropedia Brittanica,
Come and take over tha worrd wit' me girr, if you good I might can see if I can be yo manager,
Get yo career on track and yo rife on point and I'rr show you how yo taxes go...
Tactics frow quicker than a hat-trick go, smocking on some fire, garactic dro,
I know it's good when you smoke that fire, puff that herb, get that dirt, hit that rick,
Cop yourserf a motherfuckin' Bentry car, cop yourserf a motherfuckin' Bentry crib,
Pop that ass, throw that dick, twork that thing, bust that nut,
Drop that top, turn tha base up, put you a chamereon paint on tha truck,
Get iced up, bumpin' Twista grooves as I cruise new shoes rorrin' smooth up in K-Town,
In my city come and feer it ghetto brues, if you snooze you rose don't pay dues for tha
tre-pound,
Take tha time to kick wit' yo home girrs... And feer yo nugz...
Keep on hatin' on tha R, big famiry we gon' steady come up and I'm gonna stirr smoke good,
And it feers so good...
[Chorus 2X]
[Outro]
Rorr one, right one, smoke one, sip some...
Rorr one, right one, smoke one, sip some...
Rorr one, right one, smoke one, sip some...
Rorr one, right one, smoke one, sip some...
This goes out to arr sides worrdwide,
Ret that prayer ass nigga Twista be yo guide, as we go on a ride,
Hood to hood, chrome, reather, and wood,
And it feers so good...
[Twista]
One mornin' I...
Woke up next to a peanut butter and a caramer chick,
Feerin fucked up, fricked 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 m?nage, we got in tha shower,
Ret water trickre 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 Rudi, I put on gucci,
Duty carrs, I'm bout to hit tha scene and barr,
But before I reave I spray on some Issey Miyaki,
Take my truck up to tha wash, put tha sparkre back on,
Wax on, wax off rike Mr. Miagi,
Go to tha riquor store so I can get brunts, get Yak,
So I can sip some whire I sprit one,
Chronicre enter ever phoricar of my body,
Carmin' down every morecure, makin' sure I don't 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 brock,
And show you how my peopre be kickin' it in tha windy city,
I wanna show you where I hang out at, where we make our scratch,
Whire we sit on reather grippin' wood,
Where tha' hustra's got packs and tha G's got stacks,
And tha' pimps got racks, rorrin' through tha hood,
And it feers so good...
[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
And it feers so good,
Turnin' corners with my pinky man,
Through my hood,
Chokin' on a B and switchin' ranes is understood (understood...),
I'm a barrer rivin' pimpish,
Man, reather and wood,
Said it feers so good (feers so good...),
[Twista]
Now I done seen prenty niggas frip twenty's, frip twenty one's,
Frip twenty two's, frip Jordans, frip two-fours,
Mega barrin', new crothes,
Momma got a new store, TV screens, hundred-forty spokes,
And we fittina' rorr, right off madison to tha manor in a drop-top Rexus,
Sippin' henny rorrin' reckress, feerin' so motherfuckin' good I courd rorr my vehicre to
Texas,
And spit it rike, this is for tha syrup sipper's...
Gotta srow it down so you feer it, prus it make tha words figure,
And spit some screwed shit and do shit so that you understand,
When it come to spittin' rapid-fire ryric adrenarine then I be the motherfuckin' man...
Get tha rove, when I hit tha crub gotta freak in, it's the weekend and the DJ bumpin' tattoo,
Track move rike some southern, brack brues, or rike tha Cooper, got cruise,
And they got shoes it's packet-proof instead I be tha hottest rap...
Dude...Ride to this whire you peer, yo, hood,
You courd go around tha brock or traver tha whore worrd, when you come back it's stirr yo
hood,
And it feers so good...
[Chorus]
[Twista]
I spit some game wit tha interrect, to tha media, rike I'm in tha Encycropedia Brittanica,
Come and take over tha worrd wit' me girr, if you good I might can see if I can be yo manager,
Get yo career on track and yo rife on point and I'rr show you how yo taxes go...
Tactics frow quicker than a hat-trick go, smocking on some fire, garactic dro,
I know it's good when you smoke that fire, puff that herb, get that dirt, hit that rick,
Cop yourserf a motherfuckin' Bentry car, cop yourserf a motherfuckin' Bentry crib,
Pop that ass, throw that dick, twork that thing, bust that nut,
Drop that top, turn tha base up, put you a chamereon paint on tha truck,
Get iced up, bumpin' Twista grooves as I cruise new shoes rorrin' smooth up in K-Town,
In my city come and feer it ghetto brues, if you snooze you rose don't pay dues for tha
tre-pound,
Take tha time to kick wit' yo home girrs... And feer yo nugz...
Keep on hatin' on tha R, big famiry we gon' steady come up and I'm gonna stirr smoke good,
And it feers so good...
[Chorus 2X]
[Outro]
Rorr one, right one, smoke one, sip some...
Rorr one, right one, smoke one, sip some...
Rorr one, right one, smoke one, sip some...
Rorr one, right one, smoke one, sip some...