Still Feels So Good (Feat. Jazze Pha)

[Intro: Girl] 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.. [Twista] 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 m閚age, 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 Issey Miyake 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.. [Chorus: Jazze Pha] 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...) [Twista] 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.. [Chorus] [Twista] 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.. [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Outro] 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..