It Feels So Good

Twista

credits


publisher: ©Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Carl Terrell Mitchell, Samuel C. Lindley
album: Track 4 in album Adrenaline Rush
release date: 1997-6-24
popularity : 9 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Thug Rap
length: 6:09

Album Information

label: Atlantic
country(area): United States
format: CD
barcode: 075679275721
script: Latin

Cover Art

Twista Adrenaline Rush cover art

Lyrics

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[Intro]
Let that playa *** ***** Twista be your guide as we go on a ride
And lame ************s can barely survive
[Verse 1]
Took a shower dried off brushed the gold teeth like Slick Rick
Think I'm blessed with the zest after slippin on my slick fit
Two women butterly lovely in front of me got my head gone
Got chocolate big thighs and the other one was a redbone
What's your name I wanna get up with y'all tonight ****
Call up the buddies you be tight with
We just ridin around bumpin sounds trippin out while we flame janes
And slang 'caine to maintain to mob's the same thing
Speedpass the clit and get passionate
And we can get into some ol' nasty ****
This ain't no spin move and I ain't got no time to lie
But hit the weed tip first cause my clique got to be riding high

It feels so good how we kick it in the hood like so good
Rollin through the hood with Phillies and hoes
And it feels so good
Me and my homies hooked up some cowards took up when *****s we lust
Trippin' off how we survivin' the rugged terrian and try to hang tight
Used to be gang fights now we gotta try to relax with the srap even we
We still be buildin' stacks and packs rollin through the blacks
We sittin' and chillin' what we're feenin' on been in *****es' cribs
Rollin the chrome out really trippin because we take the smoke to the
Bumpin the tunes while bigger roles and herringbones glisten from all
Peepin the fe's with their hair done tight boody hung right
My fellow Westside cliques
Just like the envy and jealousy throughout the other is love brothers
So put the Black Magic on the tires and get the wax off the chrome
Hope to get my thing on no matter what block or or street you kick it
For scratch we was willin' to squirt some blood now we got up on hittin'
From stealin' tips where they're swum the doves mo' we got up on some
Reach up and hit the deep lung then we gone smokin delight the body
Come roll with me so we can ride the sky but only if you let me play

Chorus

Sittin back cruising through the slow breeze thinkin how can I get mo'
Bumpin' a system costin' 4 G's I stay on my P's for the po p's
Scoop a female to the crib good get my boy to bring a blessin' through
Lesson two I'm adressin' you turn out the lights like the World Class
Confessin true lies about your inner thighs and where they been
What's the potatoes without the gravy what you feelin on maybe soft with
Cause daily we be riding in the dope stroll while rockin dope flows I'll
We can cruise some blocks and talkin' about how later on you comin' out
Come I step on the gas slow and smoke on this last "O" get a "be" and
Tinted windows took a sealin' off in the Astro on billets take a choke
Thinkin' about not having the rich life but the hood life was still a
Always and forever though, for ever more rollin in the ghetto with no


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Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Adrenaline Rush
  • 3 Death Before Dishonor
  • 4 It Feels So Good
  • 5 Overdose
  • 6 Mobster's Anthem
  • 7 Get Her in tha Mood
  • 8 Emotions
  • 9 Unsolved Mystery
  • 10 Korrupt World
  • 11 Get It Wet
  • 12 No Remorse
  • 13 Emotions (remix)