Straight out the motherf*ckin' pissy
Hallway in the projects
To parkin' a four door Bentley on my set
Same hood, same motherf*ckin' steps
I sat on and took the plastic
Off of "Life After Death"
Bangin', bonin' Biggie-Biggie I did a 360
The Aftermath for that is the
Nigga 50 ain't wit me
No hard feelings, we both made millions
You can hate me or love me
But nigga I spit real shit
Like I'm comatose, tell the Doc I'm sick
Before Detox, let me take my last Chronic hit
Now I am gangsta rap
Inhale the weed smoke and coughed
Up five platinum plaques
So I'm a let the nigga Dr dre hit
Next time I have dreams of
F*ckin' an R&B bitch
I don't make love, I make hit's
I put a condom on and stuff
My dick in this Hip-Hop shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah feels good
Oh, gangsta (gangsta)
And I keeps it still hood (still hood, yeah)
And I keeps it gangsta, yeah (gangsta, yeah)
I'm that six figure nigga who got the word
From KRS-ONE and stole the
Blueprint from Jigga
Niggas yellin' Game did this, Game did that
Game ain't do shit but bring
The motherf*ckin' West Coast back
I hear the whisperin' going on in the hood
I sent a motherf*ckin' Hallmark card to Suge
That nigga know that we all good
So you can catch a cab to
Hell wit them death threats
I'm already dead
I put the 38 revolver to my own f*cking head
Before I let the shit eat my conscience
Ain't a nigga in the world could tell
Me I can't come thru' Compton
Before I retire my Converse
I'll ride the train
Through New York City with
The terrorist bombers
Somebody tell my mama I'm crazy
Poppa was a Rolling Stone so that
Make me a crack baby
I'm in rehab three times a week
Because I'm a motherf*ckin' fiend for
A Dr dre beat
Oh, feels good (feels good)
Oh, it's all so gangsta (gangsta)
And it's still hood (still hood)
And always gon' be gangsta (gangsta)
Yeah-eah
Feels good gangsta
Still hood gangsta
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The Game - Feels Good Lyrics
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Straight out the motherf*ckin' pissy
Hallway in the projects
To parkin' a four door Bentley on my set
Same hood, same motherf*ckin' steps
I sat on and took the plastic
Off of "Life After Death"
Bangin', bonin' Biggie-Biggie I did a 360
The Aftermath for that is the
Nigga 50 ain't wit me
No hard feelings, we both made millions
You can hate me or love me
But nigga I spit real shit
Like I'm comatose, tell the Doc I'm sick
Before Detox, let me take my last Chronic hit
Now I am gangsta rap
Inhale the weed smoke and coughed
Up five platinum plaques
So I'm a let the nigga Dr dre hit
Next time I have dreams of
F*ckin' an R&B bitch
I don't make love, I make hit's
I put a condom on and stuff
My dick in this Hip-Hop shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah feels good
Oh, gangsta (gangsta)
And I keeps it still hood (still hood, yeah)
And I keeps it gangsta, yeah (gangsta, yeah)
I'm that six figure nigga who got the word
From KRS-ONE and stole the
Blueprint from Jigga
Niggas yellin' Game did this, Game did that
Game ain't do shit but bring
The motherf*ckin' West Coast back
I hear the whisperin' going on in the hood
I sent a motherf*ckin' Hallmark card to Suge
That nigga know that we all good
So you can catch a cab to
Hell wit them death threats
I'm already dead
I put the 38 revolver to my own f*cking head
Before I let the shit eat my conscience
Ain't a nigga in the world could tell
Me I can't come thru' Compton
Before I retire my Converse
I'll ride the train
Through New York City with
The terrorist bombers
Somebody tell my mama I'm crazy
Poppa was a Rolling Stone so that
Make me a crack baby
I'm in rehab three times a week
Because I'm a motherf*ckin' fiend for
A Dr dre beat
Oh, feels good (feels good)
Oh, it's all so gangsta (gangsta)
And it's still hood (still hood)
And always gon' be gangsta (gangsta)
Yeah-eah
Feels good gangsta
Still hood gangsta
Hallway in the projects
To parkin' a four door Bentley on my set
Same hood, same motherf*ckin' steps
I sat on and took the plastic
Off of "Life After Death"
Bangin', bonin' Biggie-Biggie I did a 360
The Aftermath for that is the
Nigga 50 ain't wit me
No hard feelings, we both made millions
You can hate me or love me
But nigga I spit real shit
Like I'm comatose, tell the Doc I'm sick
Before Detox, let me take my last Chronic hit
Now I am gangsta rap
Inhale the weed smoke and coughed
Up five platinum plaques
So I'm a let the nigga Dr dre hit
Next time I have dreams of
F*ckin' an R&B bitch
I don't make love, I make hit's
I put a condom on and stuff
My dick in this Hip-Hop shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah feels good
Oh, gangsta (gangsta)
And I keeps it still hood (still hood, yeah)
And I keeps it gangsta, yeah (gangsta, yeah)
I'm that six figure nigga who got the word
From KRS-ONE and stole the
Blueprint from Jigga
Niggas yellin' Game did this, Game did that
Game ain't do shit but bring
The motherf*ckin' West Coast back
I hear the whisperin' going on in the hood
I sent a motherf*ckin' Hallmark card to Suge
That nigga know that we all good
So you can catch a cab to
Hell wit them death threats
I'm already dead
I put the 38 revolver to my own f*cking head
Before I let the shit eat my conscience
Ain't a nigga in the world could tell
Me I can't come thru' Compton
Before I retire my Converse
I'll ride the train
Through New York City with
The terrorist bombers
Somebody tell my mama I'm crazy
Poppa was a Rolling Stone so that
Make me a crack baby
I'm in rehab three times a week
Because I'm a motherf*ckin' fiend for
A Dr dre beat
Oh, feels good (feels good)
Oh, it's all so gangsta (gangsta)
And it's still hood (still hood)
And always gon' be gangsta (gangsta)
Yeah-eah
Feels good gangsta
Still hood gangsta