Lil Keke: Feel good don't it - Tekst piosenki

That light green, got boys head twisted backWe steady rolling up, we getting full of that shit fellasStudio time, 12 to 12 dropping this hot shitThis for y'all niggaz out there holding and rollingShop to shop, do your thang go on shine[Lil' Keke]I got to move swiftly, laws wanna get meDonuts in the parking lot, Ferrari 3-60I crank it up, I'm bout to flash the whip23's-24's, when it's time to dipWhen it's time to flip, Call Manny Shetill45's infrareds, with them extra clipsHit the highway turning, Yokohamas burningSeat pushed back, as I hold the wood sturningWe holding, we bout to shatter the mixI got two cars behind me, that's the 5 and 6And we smoking and drinking, what y'all niggaz thinkingHit the lot quick, with them park lights blinkingSlow your roll, cause my game's so coldAin't no need to trip, mayn we out of controlPlus we sitting on swoll, that's just how we rollShip a half a mill quick, cause the game is sold[Hook]Gon rock it gon drop it, till you reach the topOff the showroom flo', baby straight to the shopIt feel good don't it, and your chick want itIn the whip looking good, 22's on itNow you crawling, shot callingMe and my click acting up, man we ballingWe do show after show, drop hit for hitCMG on the rise, and I love that shit[Lil' Keke]Ok it's picture perfect, so won't you paint a perfect pictureFour 15's knocking, I'ma let the bang hit youI'ma touch a mill ticket, when I dropHit the stage grab the mic, let the crowd rockTell them fake niggaz, that they got to roll outWalk up in Reliant, and the place sold outEverytime we do it mayn, you know that's how it goBoppers going crazy, all in the front rowI gotta let her know, how she work her shitLock up on the mic, like a new born pitI wouldn't give a damn, I'ma hold up my spotBoys running high, when I'm coming out the shopLet the top drop, like that nigga PatSnitches getting killed, drop the bomb on a ratWe do it like that, keep a nigga rollingChumps get out of line, Southside still holding, holding[Hook][Lil' Keke]Gon pop what you got, gon drop what you gotThese thugs be getting hot, wanna touch that spotGon work it how it go, gon twerk it how it goThese gangstas up in the place, wanna see you get lowTime to start wrecking, niggaz get to steppingNever roll your slab, without your automatic weaponHighway flossing, 23's tossingWatch yourself, I'm in the back lane crossingIncrease my speed, fire up my weedTrying to find another corner, and a block to bleedDrop some salt on the Don, man I wish you wouldFrom the mic to the hood, and it's still all good[Hook]