How Does It Feel
How does it feel, when ya livin' like that
And ya pockets are fat?
Cuz you're a playa, and you're pimpin' hoes
So tell me, how does it feel, when ya money aint right
And ya pockets are tight?
You're still a hustla, and you can't let go
When I was broke, I used to feel the pain
Now I got money, aint nothin changed
Same hustla, tryin' to hold on to what I got
And thats alot, players like me can't be stopped
I was starvin, couldn't afford a TV dinner
But now I roll around in a DB-seven
Throwin' up the two, to the hoes and pimps
It's all about the money, you know what I'm gettin'
How the fuck, you think I felt, when I was broke?
All the rumors I got killed and I was smoked
I tell the truth, I don't care how you feel about me
I'm still in the game and you still gotta see
My face goin' down the muthafuckin' street
Top down, beat loud with a top-notch, freak
You say it aint real life
'Cuz you don't know what it feels like, beyotch
How does it feel, when ya livin' like that
And ya pockets are fat?
Cuz you're a playa, and you're pimpin' hoes
So tell me, how does it feel, when ya money aint right
And ya pockets are tight?
You're still a hustla, and you can't let go
I feel like I'm a million dollar bill
Still in the game, all about the real
Can't feel sorry for you, do your thang
Don't be mad at the world 'cuz you can't hang
If you feel like doin' somethin that aint productive
Look in the mirror, check yourself and say, 'fuck it'
It's the year two-thousand, I know you feel me
But I can't understand, why you, niggas wanna kill me
Went from, broke to rich, I got your bitch kneelin'
I told her "Smoke this dick, bitch, don't fight the feelin"
And when she did it, she started jockin' me
I saw it in your eyes, you felt like sockin' me
For every action there's a consequence
Playa-haters always tryna start some shit
But then you gotta fight these niggas, here
It feels good to be a playa, bitches everywhere
How does it feel, when ya livin' like that
And ya pockets are fat?
Cuz you're a playa, and you're pimpin' hoes
So tell me, how does it feel, when ya money aint right
And ya pockets are tight?
You're still a hustla, and you can't let go
I feel like eleven albums aint enough
And at the same time you feel like you can't come up
Sometimes real life don't feel right
You been fuckin' her for years, but its still tight
Then I came through, bammin', vagina started expandin'
Used to be shallow but now you landed in
Deep water drownin' and that's some real game
It's been your pussy for years, but it don't feel the same
I been creepin', feelin' your bitch up, on the weekend
Is it still good, she calls me Dr. Feelgood
I'll be her last pimp, you just a has been
And when she talks about you, its all past tense
I said, "I don't give a fuck about history
I'll tell you bout my life, then show you how this dick'll be
In you all night, go ask your bitch, was she feelin' me?
Man, you niggas be killin me, haters"
How does it feel, when ya livin' like that
And ya pockets are fat?
Cuz you're a playa, and you're pimpin' hoes
So tell me, how does it feel, when ya money aint right
And ya pockets are tight?
You're still a hustla, and you can't let go