love how it feels

, let's go, i come through bitch, with my muthafuckin' niggs, and i couldn't give a fuck, by how you hoes feel, dip through with the steel, all in a bitch's face, put my sticker on her ass, tell her let a nigga pass, at the summer jam, with my backstage pass, bought 'em from the base, so we thuggin' on the grass, watchin' time pass, cuz i'm waitin' on the real shit, performin' at the after party, sold when you see a mix, scream real loud bitch, like your real proud, a g got tossed in the crowd, then i got lost in the cloud, in the benz, with my nigga twin, honkin' at her and her friends, watchin' her, watch the rims, i bet they wanna hop in, even though they on dubs, too love what a thug do, i know you got your bread right, let's see if your head right, in the traffic in the middle of the night, do you love what you feel, in love with you, real gangsta, yo, uh, yo, real gangstas everywhere, smokin' rope in the alley, just don't care, swangin' eights in the alley, the hus long here, all the hoes on my dick, i got to be there, but i'd rather hang out, and hustle all year, cuz the paper don't stop, the block is on pop, it's the dope game, cocaine, locced out to the brain, give shit 'bout a bitch, silly with the chop man, i'd rather hang, wit my niggas on the drug spot, don't talk on a snitch when his gun pop, 1 double o duece 3, niggas gettin' packed in a row 'fo deep, movin' on fourth street, yeah ho, check out my shit, i couldn't give a shit about, a shitty haired bitch, tossed up, purssed slut, tryin' to get rich, slide my shit down a and burned, gone on a bitch, gettin' dope-fiend dumb, nigga gone off this shit, and i don't pop pills, i pop niggas with the clip, you faggot ass nigga, what are you smokin'?, i know to dip hard, to the knock i'm yokin', like what, all my murder dub niggs in oakland, and my hunter's point hustlas, keep the chapper smokin', gave a kid up out my low-life, gangsta, hustlas, all you child ass turkey, i don't fuck wit suckas, havin' fun like it's '81, the hoes love the way, my perm hang in the sun, i'm outtie 5 g, what up bitch, yeah that's me, you a model from l.a. but you couldn't believe, all the shit that you seen, when you came to my house, thought it was a hard cock, till you seen it float out, rob sittin' on the leather couch, lookin' like bob, smokin' more than a ounce, close the door, took a trip upstairs, got sucked on the floor, then i called her a whore, and i spend way more, than your pops can afford, so get the fuck out for real, you punk bitch, and i ain't nothin' like, any of the niggas you fuck wit, just ask boo james, that's my dj, he'll tell ya, ain't nothin' worse than a failure, so get your shit together, punk niggas tryin' to send 'em, and see what's in 'em, and every love that i drop, on a chick is venom, i got bitches that suck way more, than them bitches that suck the floor on your tank, that's so real, i better paint a picture in your brain, you must be lame if you can't,