It Feels Good Songtext
von Blood Raw
It Feels Good Songtext
Listen to this track, bitch
It′s not an old jits, a real badass
Quit the fight though, like my nigga badass
Ada Mae raised me, Aunt Nita fed me
So, Captain Carlos, I know y'all miss Miss Betty
When I said it wasn′t great, but I really meant that
I took the pain into my people, I'ma express that
I don't think you want these shoes, no, not mine
I earn everything, I′ma get every dime
I miss the days when I played in the projects
Growed up too fast, I′m on, I'ma prospect
My heart scarred, but my problems, I′ma deal with them
Wish I knew my pop so I could at least build with him
It feel good shit, to come from the hood
Miss Sheila, she the candy lady
Raised a nigga from a baby
It feel right to come from bad to good
Mr Phil had the fruit stand
Them days was the life, man
It feel good, it's such a wonderful feeling
Mr Fred ran numbers, first thing I know were a million
You know where you′re at
When you come across the railroad tracks
If I had one wish, I'd get it back
Look at me now, I went from nothing to something
Young nigga, but like them old coons, I′m trying to get money
I seen everything, just a young little dude
I should've been in the group
I'm a nigga with a attitude
I′m like you, the money got me fucked up
Not want all this, you got me fucked up
Temptation brings jealous where the nigga faces
I went poster for my man
I went to rock slaying him
Learned the hard way
I don′t regret now day
What don't kill you make you stronger, that′s what Jesus say
I ain't one from it
This is where I supposed to be
I do it for the streets, cause that′s who got love for me
It feel good, shit, to come from the hood
Miss Sheila, she the candy lady
Raised a nigga from a baby
It feel right to come from bad to good
Mr Phil had the fruit stand
Them days was the life, man
It feel good, it's such a wonderful feeling
Mr Fred ran numbers, first thing I know were a million
Know where you at when you come cross the railroad tracks
If I had one wish, I′d get it back
I miss the reg dances
Miss the block parties
Met my Haitian friends
Now I'm having block parties
Colt Boulevard, Macy and me
They call it "Candy corner"
It was booming then
I got an auntie, they call her Willie Mae
I swear to God, I got an uncle look like Janz Faye
No beef, everybody at the barbecue
After the club, catch a living selling barbecue
Not to mention homecoming, about to come up
Daytona, spring broke week, that's what′s up
Wish you niggas the best, but get money first
And I′ma take you back like I did the verse
It feel good, shit, it come from the hood
Miss Sheila, she the candy lady
Raised a nigga from a baby
It feel right to come from bad to good
Mr Phil had the fruit stand
Them days was the life, man
It feel good, it's such a wonderful feeling
Mr Fred ran numbers, first thing I know were a million
Know where you at when you come across the railroad tracks
If I had one wish, I′d get it back
It′s not an old jits, a real badass
Quit the fight though, like my nigga badass
Ada Mae raised me, Aunt Nita fed me
So, Captain Carlos, I know y'all miss Miss Betty
When I said it wasn′t great, but I really meant that
I took the pain into my people, I'ma express that
I don't think you want these shoes, no, not mine
I earn everything, I′ma get every dime
I miss the days when I played in the projects
Growed up too fast, I′m on, I'ma prospect
My heart scarred, but my problems, I′ma deal with them
Wish I knew my pop so I could at least build with him
It feel good shit, to come from the hood
Miss Sheila, she the candy lady
Raised a nigga from a baby
It feel right to come from bad to good
Mr Phil had the fruit stand
Them days was the life, man
It feel good, it's such a wonderful feeling
Mr Fred ran numbers, first thing I know were a million
You know where you′re at
When you come across the railroad tracks
If I had one wish, I'd get it back
Look at me now, I went from nothing to something
Young nigga, but like them old coons, I′m trying to get money
I seen everything, just a young little dude
I should've been in the group
I'm a nigga with a attitude
I′m like you, the money got me fucked up
Not want all this, you got me fucked up
Temptation brings jealous where the nigga faces
I went poster for my man
I went to rock slaying him
Learned the hard way
I don′t regret now day
What don't kill you make you stronger, that′s what Jesus say
I ain't one from it
This is where I supposed to be
I do it for the streets, cause that′s who got love for me
It feel good, shit, to come from the hood
Miss Sheila, she the candy lady
Raised a nigga from a baby
It feel right to come from bad to good
Mr Phil had the fruit stand
Them days was the life, man
It feel good, it's such a wonderful feeling
Mr Fred ran numbers, first thing I know were a million
Know where you at when you come cross the railroad tracks
If I had one wish, I′d get it back
I miss the reg dances
Miss the block parties
Met my Haitian friends
Now I'm having block parties
Colt Boulevard, Macy and me
They call it "Candy corner"
It was booming then
I got an auntie, they call her Willie Mae
I swear to God, I got an uncle look like Janz Faye
No beef, everybody at the barbecue
After the club, catch a living selling barbecue
Not to mention homecoming, about to come up
Daytona, spring broke week, that's what′s up
Wish you niggas the best, but get money first
And I′ma take you back like I did the verse
It feel good, shit, it come from the hood
Miss Sheila, she the candy lady
Raised a nigga from a baby
It feel right to come from bad to good
Mr Phil had the fruit stand
Them days was the life, man
It feel good, it's such a wonderful feeling
Mr Fred ran numbers, first thing I know were a million
Know where you at when you come across the railroad tracks
If I had one wish, I′d get it back
Writer(s): Christopher Gholson, Bruce Falson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
