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[Intro]
Now you may not understand now, but you will

[Chrous: Nipsey Hussle]
You ain't felt this shit since The Chronic
You ain't felt this shit since The Chronic
You ain't felt this shit since The Chronic
You ain't felt this shit since The Chronic

[Verse 1: Hit-Boy]
You ain't felt this shit since The Chronic (Nope)
New king of this beat shit, I'm the hardest (Yup)
Just being honest
You don't got a Grammy, nigga, don't comment (Nope)
This is my HS87 promise, I go crazy killer retarded
When I touch the beat and get started, Barry Bonds it
And I hit these hoes with the peace sign
Nigga, As-alaykum salaam it
Boy, you better get your work up
Been the same niggas since Surf Club
They putting on for that best side
And I'ma make sure that they heard us

[Pre-Chorus: Hit-Boy]
I know what it is
These niggas ain't real, tell the truth 'bout how I feel
Fuck these niggas, what's the deal?
I know what it is
Y'all forgot I ride around on the weekend
Top down for no reason, y'all was missing that G-shit

[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle & Hit-Boy]
You ain't felt this shit since The Chronic
(Y'all was missing that G shit)
You ain't felt this shit since The Chronic
(Y'all was missing that G shit)
You ain't felt this shit since The Chronic
(Y'all was missing that G shit)
You ain't felt this shit since The Chronic
(Y'all was missing that G shit)

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
You ain't felt this shit since The Chronic
I'm out here on my Pac shit
She out here on her Faith Evans
Niggas still on that fraud shit
Selling out at of my concert
Breaking bread with my dawgs, shit
Repeat the steps 'til we all rich
(Repeat the steps til we all rich)
I'm getting that change
Sitting on deuces, riding on stripes
One part of my brain was like
"Hussle, get to it, just sign on your name"
Properly played, I really came up from runnin' from raids
To stuntin' on stage, these blunts I'ma blaze for mentally raise

[Pre-Chorus: Hit-Boy]
I know what it is
These niggas ain't real, tell the truth 'bout how I feel
Fuck these niggas, what's the deal?
I know what it is
Y'all forgot I ride around on the weekend
Top down for no reason, y'all was missing that G-shit

[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle & Hit-Boy]
You ain't felt this shit since The Chronic
(Y'all was missing that G shit)
You ain't felt this shit since The Chronic
(Y'all was missing that G shit)
You ain't felt this shit since The Chronic
(Y'all was missing that G shit)
You ain't felt this shit since The Chronic
(Y'all was missing that G shit)

[Bridge: Hit-Boy]
Young Westside niggas screamin' "We don't give a fuck, nigga"
Throw your dubs up
Young Westside niggas screamin' "We don't give a fuck, nigga"
Throw your dubs up

[Verse 3: Hit-Boy]
Look, I don't waste time, I take mine
From the state line to Boston
New York to Austin, from Baseline out to Slauson
That's the IE goin' global — try me, I go postal
This the shit the OG's will post to
And I'm murkin' this 'cause I'm s'posed to
Steady mobbin' in this bitch, I got my crew with me
Like, "What's good? My name is Chauncey, I'm the new Pimp C
Musically, you see movie scenes when this on
Magazines, we twist 'em
Eyes low when I'm gone, give me some more
You wanna hit the spliff? Come on
Let me welcome everybody to the wild wild West
You ain't even gotta ask — bitch, am I high? Yes
Bitch, am I high? Yes — sky high jets

[Pre-Chorus: Hit-Boy]
I know what it is
These niggas ain't real, tell the truth 'bout how I feel
Fuck these niggas, what's the deal?
I know what it is
Y'all forgot I ride around on the weekend
Top down for no reason, y'all was missing that G shit

[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle & Hit-Boy]
You ain't felt this shit since The Chronic
(Y'all was missing that G shit)
You ain't felt this shit since The Chronic
(Y'all was missing that G shit)
You ain't felt this shit since The Chronic
(Y'all was missing that G shit)
You ain't felt this shit since The Chronic
(Y'all was missing that G shit)

[Outro: Hit-Boy & Nipsey Hussle]
HS87, HS87 on the street
HS87 (All you bitchmade niggas back back)
HS87, HS87 on the street
HS87 (All you bitchmade niggas back back)
Ay Hit, I be goin' loony to shit like this, my nigga
Boss moves only, you know?
All Money In, HS87, nigga
Westside shit