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The Feeling Keeps On Coming("It's alright")Yeah, another one of them Slauson Boy hits Nipsey Hussle, ay, this that new shit I know y'all niggas done had this feeling before All my real niggas, you know I don't give a fuck what hood you from ("The feeling keeps on coming") Know what I'm talkin' about, just feel me on this Look, I got a question ("Yeah, yeah") Have you ever felt this feeling of paranoia from killing? Knowing your days numbered and your freedom ain't a given When the bounties that drop, cuz, the Johnnys is hot That's when you sloppy niggas make your first mistake and get caught Facing football numbers'll have him show his true colors Pride reduced to nothin', got him cryin' for his mother I spit that shit that make a nigga think twice 'Cause I got too many homies in the county facing life Injunction gang, they call us terrorists now We cliqued up with Osama to shoot the bird down And now that you feds is listenin' Y'all can suck my dick, I'll kill your witness T.I.'s king of the south, but I'm from South Central And I'm the next nigga out the West, pay attention Pushin' pounds out of town in the rental To sittin' on chrome, beats rattlin' my window I done it all, I was young up in the game Put a gun up in his face, take his money then his chain How many times I risk trips to the pen? Money, cars, and clothes with my adolescent grin I never sniffed no coke, that ain't my thang, loc I mix the Grey Goose with lemon juice and weed smoke Crips say cuz hard, Damus say "Blood fresh" I'm from a place where you the victim or the suspect So when I spit that hood shit, you know I ain't tryin' And when I spit that hood shit, you know I ain't lyin' Two 12's in my trunk, let my speakers bang Half a bird on my neck, let my chain hang Go 'head and jock, bitch, I know you like them rocks Whoever said time is money musta seen my watch Them Alpinas on that Lincoln is nice They had the diamonds on my cross, peep the passion of Christ Hoo, hold up, hold up, hold up, homie Ay though, check this out, you heard what that nigga just said though? You feel me? Y'all finna buy my album Y'all finna start paying for this shit, homie You know what I'm talkin' about Slauson Boy Records, we official, nigga, you know I ain't just rappin', nigga You hear all that? Nigga, that's 500 grams, nigga That's half a bird, nigga That's why I just pulled off my white Tee, nigga You feel me? Nipsey Hussle Ain't too many young niggas gon' do it like I did it Yeah, what up, J. Stone? What up, Set Trip? Cuzzy Capone, feel me This is it, nigga Baby Down, what it do, huh? Good or nothin' Right, Slauson Boy, Slauson Boy Right, Slauson Boy, S-Slauson Right, Slauson Boy, Slauson Boy Right, Slauson Boy, S-Slauson Right, Slauson Boy, Slauson Boy Right, Slauson, S-Slauson Right, Slauson Boy, Slauson Boy Right, Slauson Boy, S-Slauson Right, Slauson Boy, yeah, nigga Nipsey Hussle, look, now When I say Slauson, y'all say Boy Slauson ... Slauson When I say Nipsey, y'all say Hussle Nipsey ... Nipsey When I say Slauson, y'all say Boy Slauson ... |