Текст песни The Jacka f Husalah - Love How it Feels
The Jacka f Husalah - Love How it Feels слова песни
[Jacka]Let`s goI come through bitchWith my muthafuckin` niggsAnd I couldn`t give a fuckBy how you hoes feelDip through with the steelAll in a bitch`s facePut my sticker on her assTell her let a nigga passAt the summer jamWith my backstage passBought `em from the baseSo we thuggin` on the grassWatchin` time passCuz I`m waitin` on the real shitPerformin` at the after partySold when you see a mixScream real loud bitchLike your real proudA G got tossed in the crowdThen I got lost in the cloudIn the BenzWith my nigga TwinHonkin` at her and her friendsWatchin` her, watch the rimsI bet they wanna hop inEven though they on dubsToo love what a thug doI know you got your bread rightLet`s see if your head rightIn the traffic in the middle of the night[Chorus] x 4Do you love what you feelIn love with you[Husalah]Real gangstaYo, uh, yoReal gangstas everywhereSmokin` rope in the alleyJust don`t careSwangin` eights in the alleyThe Hus long hereAll the hoes on my dickI got to be thereBut I`d rather hang outAnd hustle all yearCuz the paper don`t stopThe block is on popIt`s the dope game, cocaineLocced out to the brainGive shit `bout a bitchSilly with the chop manI`d rather hangWit my niggas on the drug spotDon`t talk on a snitch when his gun pop1 double O duece 3Niggas gettin` packed in a row `fo deepMovin` on Fourth StreetYeah ho, check out my shitI couldn`t give a shit aboutA shitty haired bitchTossed up, purssed slutTryin` to get richSlide my shit down a [?] and burnedGone on a bitchGettin` dope-fiend dumbNigga gone off this shitAnd I don`t pop pillsI pop niggas with the clipYou faggot ass niggaWhat are you smokin`?I know to dip hardTo the knock I`m yokin`Like whatAll my murder dub niggs in OaklandAnd my Hunter`s Point hustlasKeep the chapper smokin`Gave a kid up out my low-life, gangsta, hustlasAll you child ass turkeyI don`t fuck wit suckasHavin` fun like it`s `81The hoes love the wayMy perm hang in the sunI`m outtie 5 G[Chorus] x 4[Jacka]What up bitch, yeah that`s meYou a model from L.A. But you couldn`t believeAll the shit that you seen When you came to my houseThought it was a hard cockTill you seen it float outRob sittin` on the leather couchLookin` like BobSmokin` more than a ounceClose the doorTook a trip upstairsGot sucked on the floorThen I called her a whoreAnd I spend way moreThan your pops can affordSo get the fuck out for realYou punk bitchAnd I ain`t nothin` like Any of the niggas you fuck witJust ask Boo JamesThat`s my DJ, he`ll tell yaAin`t nothin` worse than a failureSo get your shit togetherPunk niggas tryin` to send `emAnd see what`s in `emAnd every love that I dropOn a chick is venomI got bitches that suck way moreThan them bitches that suck the floor on your tankThat`s so realI better paint a picture in your brainYou must be lame if you can`t [echoes out][Chorus] x 4