Still Feelin’ It Songtext
von Mistah F.A.B.

You need to stop, so I can touch myself
The game so sharp I might cut myself
You hatin on a boy? Hush thyself!
I′m on my own jock cuz I love thyself

Oh Sean T, with the slap again
'Bout to bring the movement back, we goin′ African
My bruh put a Zanny in Actavis about to nod off
"Bro wake up, man what's happening?"

Fabby Davis, where you been bruh?
On 80 going 80 in a Benz bruh
In my Mazzi with Pazzi I bought that from life of the party
And I just want to party with somebody body
Get a little naughty and turn out the party
Like "HEY" I'm in your bitch face, with the thizz face
This an album, not the mix tape


Now can I get a YEE, for who I′m in the building with?
Who I came with is who I′m still chilling with
The sound that we started they stealing it
But that just let us know they still feeling it
Yup I'm still feeling it
I′m still feeling myself, still feeling myself
I'm still feeling myself, still feeling myself.

Feeling me, not none of them
Sean T on my mama there′s one of them
Do I gotta remind 'em where I′m from again?
Said it was dead, well hey, we about to go dumb again.

Feeling myself cause I can
Cause me and Mac Dre was real friends
I blew Backwoods with the Mac oooh
If it wasn't in the 'wood, it wasn′t that good.

I sip bo with the Jack ′til we nodded off
Nigga stealing our style, nigga knock it off!
I fell back, fell off? Not at all
I'm still spending money, from 2004.

Free Dubee, Big Dant and Miami
Off this one we might win a Grammy
I swear on liberty granny
Still feeling myself, you understand me?


Now can I get a YEE, for who I′m in the building with?
Who I came with is who I'm still chilling with
The sound that we started they stealing it
But that just let us know they still feeling it
Yup I′m still feeling it
I'm still feeling myself, still feeling myself
I′m still feeling myself, still feeling myself

The building, we still in it
We started this turn up, you stealing it
If it's K-rolled, I'm not feeling it
Won′t sip out the brick ′less the seal on it.

My little bruh got 30 on the stick and he killin' shit
Be cool bruh-bruh we on some chillin′ shit
Styrofoam in my hand and won't spill a sip
I′m still trying to find out, who's Nancy Von Chillinwich?

Mamas, I wanna get with her
Jerome I rome with her
Let the whole world see what I did with her
Pop one, pop two, here′s a thizz dinner.

I was riding in an old school Cadillac
Playin Mac Dre, now I'm slappin jack
In the back seat, where I had her at
She said "I'll give you head if bring that old back"

Now can I get a YEE, for who I′m in the building with?
Who I came with is who I′m still chilling with
The sound that we started they stealing it
But that just let us know they still feeling it
Yup I'm still feeling it
I′m still feeling myself, still feeling myself
I'm still feeling myself, still feeling myself