lirik lagu slow pain - good, good feeling
[chorus:]
good, good feelin’
puffin’ on that yesca
cruisin’ through my hood
[verse 1:]
rollin’ up the block with my finger on the glock
i got a sack full of money and a pocket full of rock
now here came slow pain with four hoes
and a ’59 impala with bullet holes in the doors
i got a seven shot riot
mossberg pump in the trunk to keep you motherf~ckers quiet
now keep that on the dl
and just mind your own
and don’t worry about what we sell
i got a pound compressed like concrete
i set it on a record so the cops can’t f~ck with me
and if they do i’m thinkin’ bloodbath, feel the tub
i keep it cool, but gently reaching for my slug
he wrote a ticket
and then he sent mе on my way
it’s all good in the hood
it’s a good day
i ain’t shackled in the backsеat for cap~peelin’
and sleepin’ with my woman is a good feelin’
[chorus:]
good, good feelin’
puffin’ on that yesca
cruisin’ through my hood
[verse 2:]
(?) in a ’59 impala
slide your back to the front
smoke out skunk blunt
4 hoes and i got em all fiendin’
gangsta leanin’, hittin’ up and down, high beamin’
tricks double teamin’ so i gotta roll and swoop up my dog
alt, two for him, two for me
in the gang~bang mobile
we rollin’ like batman
two crazy ass bald head mexicans
and we don’t give a f~ck if you down or you’re not
if you slipped on your back
punk, you get shot
deuces being robbed on the boulevard
a cold mossberg pump, be my bodyguard
so homie, don’t trip on the bomb ass loco
vaughan mason and crew; bounce, rock, skate, roll, stroll
hittin’ that chocolate tire is so appealing
roll me up another for the good, good feelin’
[chorus:]
good, good feelin’
puffin’ on that yesca
cruisin’ through my hood
[bridge:]
yeah, we hittin’ that bug
gettin’ all tore up from the floor up
high to the ceiling
cause we all budded in that coop deville
rollin’ through the hood
for those of you who trip, check it
[verse 3:]
check one, two, now skedaddle
cause here come that bald~headed fool with the gat
and if i let my buckshot fly into the sky
i put my sh~t on high, i’m yellin’ die, vato die
because i ain’t bad as i seem, but if you f~ck with me
i got a loaded a.k. and a black smoke screen
and i could be gone before the break of dawn
peace out, it’s alt bald gangster number one
[verse 4:]
sittin’ shotgun with a 40 on my lap
it’s so rough, it’s so tough on cd by the zapp
pulled up and stopped on a green light
cause in the middle of the street
they dukin’ it out in a gang fight
money still makin’ me funky
poundin’ that budweiser
f~ck the brass monkey punk
and if you trip i’m givin’ that ass a real thrillin’
gangsta k!llin’ it’s a real good feelin’
[chorus:]
good, good feelin’
puffin’ on that yesca
cruisin’ through my hood
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