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the jacka - love how it feels lyrics

[jacka]
let’s go
i come through b-tch
with my m-th-f-ckin’ n-ggs
and i couldn’t give a f-ck
by how you hoes feel
dip through with the steel
all in a b-tch’s face
put my sticker on her -ss
tell her let a n-gga p-ss
at the summer jam
with my backstage p-ss
bought ’em from the base
so we thuggin’ on the gr-ss
watchin’ time p-ss
cuz i’m waitin’ on the real sh-t
performin’ at the after party
sold when you see a mix
scream real loud b-tch
like your real proud
a g got tossed in the crowd
then i got lost in the cloud
in the benz
with my n-gga 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

[hook] x 4
do you love what you feel
in love with you

[husalah]
real gangsta
yo, uh, yo
real gangstas everywhere
smokin’ rope in the alley
just don’t care
sw-ngin’ eights in the ralley
the hus long hair
all the hoes on my d-ck
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 sh-t ’bout a b-tch
silly with the chop man
i’d rather hang
wit my n-ggas on the drug spot
don’t talk on a snitch when his gun pop
1 double o duece 3
n-ggas gettin’ packed in a row ‘fo deep
movin’ on fourth street
yeah ho, check out my sh-t
i couldn’t give a sh-t about
a sh-tty haired b-tch
tossed up, purssed sl-t
tryin’ to get rich
slide my shift down and burned long on a b-tch
gettin’ dope-fiend dumb
n-gga gone off this sh-t
and i don’t pop pills
i pop n-ggas with the clip
you f-ggot -ss n-gga
what are you smokin’?
i know to dip hard
to the knock i’m yokin’
like what
all my murder dub n-ggs in oakland
and my hunter’s point hustlas
keep the choppers smokin’
gave a kid up out my low-life, gangsta, hustlas
all you child -ss turkey
i don’t f-ck wit suckas
havin’ fun like it’s ’81
the hoes love the way
my perm hang in the sun
i’m outtie 5 g

[hook] x 4

[jacka]
what up b-tch, yeah that’s me
you a model from l.a
but you couldn’t believe
all the sh-t that you seen
when you came to my house
thought it was a hard top
till you seen it fold down
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 wh0r-
and i spend way more
than your pops can afford
so get the f-ck out for real
you punk b-tch
and i ain’t nothin’ like
any of the n-ggas you f-ck wit
just ask boo james
that’s my dj, he’ll tell ya
ain’t nothin’ worse than a failure
so get your sh-t together
punk n-ggas tryin’ to send ’em
and see what’s in ’em
and every love that i drop
on a chick is venom
i got b-tches that suck way more
than them b-tches 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 [echoes out]

[hook] x 4

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