Lyrics:
feel with it
(Tell me how you feel, how you feel for real)
Yeah
Give me all the chicken heads from Pasadena, Altadena
I'm a still have rose petals by
fight
You know to me it kinda feels like
Me, my mother, my brothers, and my kids
Have all been incarcerated through this journey and we haven't even
me where you are,
Tell me how you feel
Tell me what you need,
Just tell me how you feel
And let it all just rain on me,
Let it all just rain
the excuse of 'National Security'
By the lying shits who were interested only in saving their political skins.
It didn't matter a fuck to them how many died
Hear you say, will you tell me 'bout it?
Tell me all about it
Will you tell me 'bout it?
Tell me 'bout it
Tell me how you feel about me
Just tell
me where you are,
Tell me how you feel
Tell me what you need,
Just tell me how you feel
And let it all just rain on me,
Let it all just rain
hoes
If gwap involved it's easily
Poppin' off: strip clothes
Big nose, look down the weapon nostril
After you feel the steel I cut ya
Body up like how
hopping along, when suddenly he comes and cures me.
One minute I'm a leper with a trade, next moment me livelihood's gone.
Not so much as a by your leave.
(Jesus)
It's like the last days of Sodom and Gomorrah outside (Lord)
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
Donnie, Ye, what up n-?
ain't all fake
It's just 4, 999 of 'em that ain't on tape
See me? I know ya type
Lotta lip on you, you gotta overbite
How you expect to keep up wit'
street nigga from my hood knows wat it is when i say treat me good
Let me tell you like this im a long bitch cadilac and always keep it crackaling ya'll
me where you are,
Tell me how you feel
Tell me what you need,
Just tell me how you feel
And let it all just rain on me,
Let it all just rain
me where you are,
Tell me how you feel
Tell me what you need,
Just tell me how you feel
And let it all just rain on me,
Let it all just rain
How it feel, how it feel
To have a real one in your corner baby?
They can never clone it baby
How it feel, how it feel
To have a real one in your
the streets, streets
I'm from the jungle, I'm talkin' lions
Tigers and bears and I keep a small circle
Got no room for no squares
(It's Blood Money, baby)
Tell
me bɔtɔ yɛn sagy
You know the drill
I dey for street so I know how it feels
Neggas dey kill brother man for a meal
Where my negga Fiifi died
That be
Get it with my flow
You dude be writing y'all don't go
Harder than me off the dome
Tell em about your life
Tell em how you came up
I came up in zone
to the penthouse and show you how to live
And treat it like it ain't shit
Now ask me how it feel
How it feel, how it feel
How it feel, how it feel
Yea tell me
Tell me, how you feel?
It's time to get down and do this for real
Tell me, how you feel?
It's time to get down and do this for real
Tell me, how you
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
street nigga from my hood knows wat it is when i say treat me good
Let me tell you like this im a long bitch cadilac and always keep it crackaling ya'll
Yeah (Triple A)
My mic sound good
Believe it or not (Dizz, you violated)
Karma
The only way I can heal (you know how I feel)
You know I always
'cause if we don't love ourselves
Tell me how can we love somebody else?
I need direction (we need direction)
To that street called love (to that
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
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