FEELIN' LIKE SNOOP / DRANK

Yea (uh), Yea (uh)
Yea (uh oh), Yea (uh)
Yea, yea-yea (oh)
Yeah, yeah (Nardo)
I'm tryna see where that dough at
He wanna know where his hoe at
I got his bitch in my passenger
Shawty got drunk of the Moët
You play around, my niggas after you
You lacking like bitch where your pole at
Me and my young niggas still outside, hell nah we ain't going nowhere
I'm in this bitch geeked up off thrax, still smoking that shit got smoke everywhere
Nigga don't hate me bitch go hate the game
I'm not to blame if your life ain't fair
Stuck in your ways, you ain't got an excuse
Box on the highway feeling like snoop

Yea (uh), Yea (uh)
Me and my young niggas still outside, hell nah we ain't going nowhere
I'm in this bitch geeked up off thrax, still smoking that shit got smoke everywhere
Nigga don't hate me bitch go hate the game
I'm not to blame if your life ain't fair
Stuck in your ways, you ain't got an excuse
Box on the highway feeling like snoop
Box on the highway feeling like snoop
We got the gang outside them niggas still pouring up (cmon)
We got the gang outside, them niggas still pouring up drank
Still sliding down twenty-nine North with a bad ass bitch trying to feel my wood
Don't try to spin around here, we gonna' spin right back like, "Nah little nigga what's Good"
Just made a call to my young nigga Chico, nigga made racks off of import goods
Fuck around get shot twice like a free throw, my niggas still selling bricks in the hood
Racks on the right, stick on the left
He try me, it ain't looking too good
Can't hear a nigga that say he tried me
I walk around with that "wish he would"

She want to know what make me happy like suck my dick and roll my woods
Stick in the trap, nigga still move good
Even on lack, bet I still whoop your ass
I'm in the cut like some motherfucking glass
I made a play while you still up in class
She want to fuck cause' my money look longer
I been had this money I don't need to brag, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Hop out that bih, yea ok, ok (Blrr)
Hop on this bitch, Ima' spazz again
That nigga talk, then we whacking him
She don't want you, I'm a better man
Put a M' on his body like letterman
She stay on top, call her Abraham
On top of the chains like a pyramid
Like fifty we sliding on many men
Bitch I get you gone for like fifty cent
Yea uh, Yea (mhm)
We got the gang outside them niggas still pouring up (cmon)

We got the gang outside, them niggas still pouring up drank
Still sliding down 29 North with a bad ass bitch trying to feel my wood
Don't try to spin around here, we gonna' spin right back like, "Nah little nigga what's Good"
Just made a call to my young nigga Chico, nigga made racks off of import goods
Fuck around get shot twice like a free throw, my niggas still selling bricks in the hood
Racks on the right, stick on the left
He try me, it ain't looking too good
Can't hear a nigga that say he tried me
I walk around with that "wish he would"
She want to know what make me happy like suck my dick and roll my woods
I'm in the cut like some motherfucking glass
She want to fuck cuz' my money look longer, huh