How Does It Feel to Ya
Ha, ha
Hey,hey, hey, ha c'mon
Can you picture this?
It's 'bout that time we got the tunes
Hot on the block sippin' on 'yac like some damn fools (ha)
Consumin' liquor by the ounce
Ya guys is rollin' up to get their grub on (ha)
Wit the dubs on and the car that bounce
Help at the park, barbacues wit roasted pig
And can't nobody eat until the meat is done and we feed the kid's (ha, I know)
Nieces, nephews, uncles and aunties (ha)
Yea, you ride with plenty of folks but ain't got nothin' up on these
Seeds from the weed, up out the bangs of optimos
A bunch of pimps, players, and hustler to fuck the host (ha, I know)
Host comin' off, when the barbecue done (ha)
Ain't really focus on that, but hell a player bound to get some
Kids runnin' back and front cryin' on who pushed them now
We all family, but I be damned if they push my seat down (I know)
That's how we kick it up in the Miltown (hey hey)
It's real now, but can you feel how we kick it upon these steal ground
How does it feel to you
Roll up the Swisher baby if it's real to you
Gangsters, (ha) where we from to you
Break legin', cake bakin', is it trill to you (oh yeah)
How does it feel to you
That's how we do it
Hop in the heavy Chevy, corner bend to it
Shine up the candy and the 20 twins to it (ha)
Get drunk, fill up your cup again to it (ha)
How does it feel to you,feel me now
M-dub, three thugs sittin' on duece dueces
Hennessy and gin, need some orange and apple juices (ha)
Barbacues and half ounce, bounce with the music (ha)
Wide identical pipes with dukeys
Midwest is the time zone
When it gets hot
We go block to block, open up shop, and get our grind on (ooh oooh)
Now I ain't lyin' homes, (ha) I don't make a player change
To release the tension, mention basketball and play a game
With dames on the sideline cheerin' you on
And haters that can't play on the side while
Cryin' foul, screwin' you on(ha)
That's how we kick it up in the Miltown (ha)
It's real now, but can you feel how we kick it upon these steal grounds
How does it feel to you
Roll up the Swisher baby if it's real to you
Gangsters, where we from, (ha) it's real to you
Break legin', cake bakin',(ha) is it trill to you
How does it feel to you
That's how we do it
Hop in the heavy Chevy, corner bend to it
Shine up the candy and the 20 twins to it
Get drunk, fill up your cup again to it (ooh yeah)
How does it feel to you feel me now (yeah)
Can you picture this?
A bunch of ballas ride old schools
A lot of them cut the top, hookin' up decks and sounds to roll to (oh,no, no, no)
It ain't the old 220 twins (ha)
Mack-ten, boss jackin' at the lake front in the city I'm in
Bendin' corners in an orderly fashion, 20 cars deep
Creepin' up the street, beatin' dawg so it be mashin' (oooh)
Flashin' bread at them chicken head
Yea, they jumpin' in to sin dawg
'Cause it's about the only thing that'll get 'em fed
Hear what I just said
Pick 'em up in the presidential - limo,TV's and play chase (ha)
Ghetto celeb is the gear we wear
Now ya'll don't hear it there
But by the end of this year you gonna feel the player
Sippin' on Henn, and Cris is gettin' plenty drunk
Which switches from the candy coupe dawg, (ha) an empty front
That's how we kick it up in the Miltown
It's real now, but can you feel how we kick it upon these steal grounds (I feel)
How does it feel to you
Roll up the Swisher baby if it's real to you
Gangsters, (it's real) where we from it's real to you
Break legin', cake bakin', (ha)is it trill to you
How does it feel to you
That's how we do it
Hop in the heavy Chevy, corner bend to it
Shine up the candy and the 20 (oh)twins to it
Get drunk, (oh)fill up your cup again to it
How does it feel to you, feel me now
M-dub, three thugs sittin' on duece dueces
Hennessy and gin, need some orange and apple juices (oh, na, na)
Barbecues and half ounce, bounce with the music (oh,na,na,)
Wide identical, pipes with dukeys
How does it feel to you
Roll up the Swisher baby if it's real to you
Gangsters, where we from it's real to you
Break legin', cake bakin', is it trill to you
How does it feel to you (how it feel)
That's how we do it
Hop in the heavy Chevy, corner bend to it (bend to it)
Shine up the candy and the 20 twins to it (twins to it)
Get drunk, fill up your cup again to it
How does it feel to you, feel me now yeah
Oooh yea, ooooh ha,ha
Oh na-na-na-na-na
Hey,hay, hey, hey, hey, ha
Hey, hey hey, ha, hey, hey
Hey,hey, hey, ha c'mon
Can you picture this?
It's 'bout that time we got the tunes
Hot on the block sippin' on 'yac like some damn fools (ha)
Consumin' liquor by the ounce
Ya guys is rollin' up to get their grub on (ha)
Wit the dubs on and the car that bounce
Help at the park, barbacues wit roasted pig
And can't nobody eat until the meat is done and we feed the kid's (ha, I know)
Nieces, nephews, uncles and aunties (ha)
Yea, you ride with plenty of folks but ain't got nothin' up on these
Seeds from the weed, up out the bangs of optimos
A bunch of pimps, players, and hustler to fuck the host (ha, I know)
Host comin' off, when the barbecue done (ha)
Ain't really focus on that, but hell a player bound to get some
Kids runnin' back and front cryin' on who pushed them now
We all family, but I be damned if they push my seat down (I know)
That's how we kick it up in the Miltown (hey hey)
It's real now, but can you feel how we kick it upon these steal ground
How does it feel to you
Roll up the Swisher baby if it's real to you
Gangsters, (ha) where we from to you
Break legin', cake bakin', is it trill to you (oh yeah)
How does it feel to you
That's how we do it
Hop in the heavy Chevy, corner bend to it
Shine up the candy and the 20 twins to it (ha)
Get drunk, fill up your cup again to it (ha)
How does it feel to you,feel me now
M-dub, three thugs sittin' on duece dueces
Hennessy and gin, need some orange and apple juices (ha)
Barbacues and half ounce, bounce with the music (ha)
Wide identical pipes with dukeys
Midwest is the time zone
When it gets hot
We go block to block, open up shop, and get our grind on (ooh oooh)
Now I ain't lyin' homes, (ha) I don't make a player change
To release the tension, mention basketball and play a game
With dames on the sideline cheerin' you on
And haters that can't play on the side while
Cryin' foul, screwin' you on(ha)
That's how we kick it up in the Miltown (ha)
It's real now, but can you feel how we kick it upon these steal grounds
How does it feel to you
Roll up the Swisher baby if it's real to you
Gangsters, where we from, (ha) it's real to you
Break legin', cake bakin',(ha) is it trill to you
How does it feel to you
That's how we do it
Hop in the heavy Chevy, corner bend to it
Shine up the candy and the 20 twins to it
Get drunk, fill up your cup again to it (ooh yeah)
How does it feel to you feel me now (yeah)
Can you picture this?
A bunch of ballas ride old schools
A lot of them cut the top, hookin' up decks and sounds to roll to (oh,no, no, no)
It ain't the old 220 twins (ha)
Mack-ten, boss jackin' at the lake front in the city I'm in
Bendin' corners in an orderly fashion, 20 cars deep
Creepin' up the street, beatin' dawg so it be mashin' (oooh)
Flashin' bread at them chicken head
Yea, they jumpin' in to sin dawg
'Cause it's about the only thing that'll get 'em fed
Hear what I just said
Pick 'em up in the presidential - limo,TV's and play chase (ha)
Ghetto celeb is the gear we wear
Now ya'll don't hear it there
But by the end of this year you gonna feel the player
Sippin' on Henn, and Cris is gettin' plenty drunk
Which switches from the candy coupe dawg, (ha) an empty front
That's how we kick it up in the Miltown
It's real now, but can you feel how we kick it upon these steal grounds (I feel)
How does it feel to you
Roll up the Swisher baby if it's real to you
Gangsters, (it's real) where we from it's real to you
Break legin', cake bakin', (ha)is it trill to you
How does it feel to you
That's how we do it
Hop in the heavy Chevy, corner bend to it
Shine up the candy and the 20 (oh)twins to it
Get drunk, (oh)fill up your cup again to it
How does it feel to you, feel me now
M-dub, three thugs sittin' on duece dueces
Hennessy and gin, need some orange and apple juices (oh, na, na)
Barbecues and half ounce, bounce with the music (oh,na,na,)
Wide identical, pipes with dukeys
How does it feel to you
Roll up the Swisher baby if it's real to you
Gangsters, where we from it's real to you
Break legin', cake bakin', is it trill to you
How does it feel to you (how it feel)
That's how we do it
Hop in the heavy Chevy, corner bend to it (bend to it)
Shine up the candy and the 20 twins to it (twins to it)
Get drunk, fill up your cup again to it
How does it feel to you, feel me now yeah
Oooh yea, ooooh ha,ha
Oh na-na-na-na-na
Hey,hay, hey, hey, hey, ha
Hey, hey hey, ha, hey, hey
Credits
Writer(s): Skip Scarborough, Keir Gist, Brandon Daniel, Donald C. Jr. Robinson, Eric Phillips, Calvin L. Bellamy
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