Feel’n’ Ya Man

Intro: B-Brazy:

You know all the way about to do this shit, straight the fuck up, lace yo' boots up, bitch, let's do this shit

Verse 1: B-Brazy:

It didn't take long to make a mill
Niggas buyin' steels
Starin' in the grills with Len, Braze and L
I used to kill for Red and Blue
And thought about it best to kill for some paper, fool
I'm robbin' niggas 'til my deal comes through (Hah!)
Gotta make it somehow, fool nigga, I'm just like you
I'm in this bitch where nobody guatd his pockets, fool, we all got heat
And can't nobody thwart my life like me
Ain't that wise lettin' five on the sideless job
Bitch, I'm keepin' from the bucket to the limit, to the lessons, to the Cross Atlantic
I got a crack of gorgeous swimmin' and they freeze
Make at least nine G's a week
If you hall? for sweets, damn I been lookin' for ya boy
Give the foolish starting war, with the Figueroa
Niggas all up bustin' nuts if you in two-doors with G24s
Twist the fucker like fuckin' get on mine so you can get yours!

Chorus: Big Wy:

Huh, I'm feelin' ya mane
Haha, I'm feelin' ya mane
I'm feelin' ya mane (Woop woop)
I'm feelin' ya mane (I'm tellin' ya) (x5)

Verse 2: G-Len:

Huh, it's about 9:30
I'm feelin' kinda flirty in my fresh red bhakis size 30, 8 purdy
G'd up, smoking weed up
Bailin' with no jewelry out the gate, off that 8
And I'm smellin' like a groupie off that dodo
Hoes try and sneak and take my photo
There go my dawg Bolo, rollin' in the Ford 0 Suburban
Swervin', movin' woop woop one time drag this Coupe at the hide behind the coupe 'cause I'm strapped
And I'm lookin' like a jack
Eyes tight, black and white, thank the right, at the light
Now I'm, on my toes, mobbin' with my banana
Try to sweat you get dealt, I peel caps like bananas
I'm illegal, I let the .44 mag
Hit the path now I'm rollin' with the .45 Desert Eagle
I'm shootin' hits like lotto
Toed back off that gold? bottle, I'm a gangsta bitch, fuck a role model!

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Verse 3: B-Brazy:

Brazy killin' with some gangsta shit
Split yo' lip, the 45th with the extra clip (Woo woo!)
Check yourself, Green Eyez and B.G. (mnack mnack mnack!)
Fool you sleep now, hit yo' pockets now!
Niggas wonder how a first time offence gets stressed like a mile, and still on trial! (Uhuh)
The whole world love this gangsta shit
Hit the Twin Towers find a gangsta bitch (Woo woo!)
Don't switch it y'all niggas can't kick it
But you crowd around the chronic soon as a nigga lit it (Haha)
You best to find the paperworks in the turf
Can't go nowhere near Figueroa-Worth
Oh, I'm all swole (yo), fresh out the hole (Uh)
Didn't wanna cut the hair so they denied the parole
It's all good I keep it crackin' for the hood
From Figueroa Street to IngleWOOD! Haha!

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