Nipsey Hussle - The Feeling Keeps On Coming lyrics
[Nipsey Hussle - The Feeling Keeps On Coming lyrics]
("It's alright")
Yeah, another one of them Slauson Boy hit's
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
TI'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
Yeah, another one of them Slauson Boy hit's
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
TI'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