Still Feels So Good

This goes out to all sides worldwide

Let that playa ass nigga Twista be yo guide, as we go on a ride

Hood to hood, chrome, leather, and wood

And it feels so good..

One mornin' I..

Woke up next to a peanut butter and a caramel chick

Feelin fucked up, flicked out, freaked on

Thinkin' about my new truck with tha' deep dish

Meanin' deep chrome, deep chrome, in the deep dome

After a massage and a ménage, we got in the shower

Let water trickle down the crack of the back of they booty

Got out the tub and went back to the master bedroom

One put on prada, one put on Ludi, I put on gucci

Duty calls, I'm bout to hit the scene and ball

But before I leave I spray on some Itsimiaki

Take my truck up to the wash, put the sparkle back on

Wax on, wax off like Mr. Miyagi

Go to the liquor store so I can get blunts, get Yak

So I can sip some while I split one

Chronicle enter ever pholical of my body

Calmin' down every molecule, makin' sure I don't trip none

Hit one..

Hop in tha' ride, come and kick it wit me

So I can take you through tha' so-and-so hundred block

And show you how my people be kickin' it in the windy city

I wanna show you where I hang out at, where we make our scratch

While we sit on leather grippin' wood

Where tha' hustla's got packs and the G's got stacks

And tha' pimps got lacks, rollin' through the hood

And it feels so good..

And it feels so good

Turnin' corners with my pinky man

Through my hood

Chokin' on a B and switchin' lanes is understood (understood...)

I'm a baller livin' pimpish

Man, leather and wood

Said it feels so good (feels so good...)

Now I done seen plenty niggaz flip twenty's, flip twenty one's

Flip twenty two's, flip Jordans, flip two-fours

Mega ballin', new clothes

Momma got a new store, tv screens, hundred-forty spokes

And we fittina' roll, right off madison to the manor in a drop-top Lexus

Sippin' henny rollin' reckless

Feelin' so motherfuckin' good I could roll my vehicle to Texas

And spit it like, this is for the syrup sipper's..

Gotta slow it down so you feel it, plus it make the words figure

And spit some screwed shit and do shit so that you understand

When it come to spittin' rapid-fire lyric adrenaline then I be the motherfuckin' man..

Get the love, when I hit the club gotta freak in

It's the weekend and the DJ bumpin' "Tattoo"

Track move like some southern, black blues, or like the Cooper, got cruise

And they got shoes it's packet-proof instead I be the hottest rap..

Dude...Ride to this while you peel, yo, hood

You could go around the block or travel the whole world

When you come back it's still yo hood

And it feels so good..

I spit some game wit the intellect

To the media, like I'm in the Encyclopedia Brittanica

Come and take over the world wit' me girl

If you good I might can see if I can be yo manager

Get yo career on track and yo life on point

And I'll show you how yo taxes go..

Tactics flow quicker than a hat-trick go, smokin on some fire, galactic dro

I know it's good when you smoke that fire

Puff that herb, get that dirt, hit that lick

Cop yourself a motherfuckin' Bentley car

Cop yourself a motherfuckin' Bentley crib

Pop that ass, throw that dick, twork that thing, bust that nut

Drop that top, turn the base up, put you a chameleon paint on the truck

Get iced up, bumpin' Twista grooves

as I cruise new shoes rollin' smooth up in K-Town

In my city come and feel it ghetto blues

if you snooze you lose don't pay dues for the tre-pound

Take the time to kick wit' yo home girls... And feel yo nugz..

Keep on hatin' on the L, big family we gon' steady come up

And I'ma still smoke good, and it feels so good..

Roll one, light one, smoke one, sip some..

Roll one, light one, smoke one, sip some..

Roll one, light one, smoke one, sip some..

Roll one, light one, smoke one, sip some..