How Does It Feel (feat. Turf Hogg)

It's kinda hard bein' me where I come from Place a G before you speak my name, dumb-dumb

I spit your block, a nerd oughta be a dry run Two quarters stacked together, that's a 50 drum

Nine piece, take it to the block and get it off Hard white, but my chef whipped it up from soft

Cold piece, he can do magic in the kitchen Seen him turn a lil' pigeon to a whole chicken

He was hands-on, deep pop, rich whippin' Seen a batter on a mound, guess I get to pitchin

The game's sold, not told, **** never listen I was taught to fall back and always pay attention

Keep your mind off the bitches, money is the mission And since 1994, bitch, I'm still grittin

BMW, do the day, night, 26's Fuck what you think, shit, I'm tryin' to go from racks to wrenches, so load

Yo, in the summertime All night, I'm on the blacktop

I do it hand over fist, pushin' crack rock We make the suckers get low in that Mack Pop

Modern work for a call of duty, ****, black ops Don't come to Tulsa playin' games, you'll get knocked

Cause even in the summer with a sweater, you is not hot These bitches out here sneakin' on the loan, sellin' hot twat

Just warm it up and sell it to you **** like a Hot Pocket I'm out here runnin' to the money on the cross rocket

Fake-ass, dirty-mackin' **** out here cock blockin' Speakin' on my name'll get you flamed, ****, better stop

Fred Flintstones with the cane, ****, bedrock, tough

Tell me, how do you do

Cause it feels so good, like it feels for me, yeah