Too Short - How Does It Feel Lyrics
Chorus: d wayne wigginsHow does it feel when ya livin like that, and ya pockets are fat?Cuz youre a playa, and youre pimpin hoesSo tell me how does it feel when ya money aint right,And ya pockets are tight?Youre still a hustla, and you cant let goVerse 1:When I was broke, I used to feel the painNow I got money, aint nothin changedSame hustla, tryin to hold on to what I gotAnd thats alot, players like me cant be stoppedI was starvin, couldnt afford a tv dinnerBut now I roll around in a db-7Throwin up the two, to the hoes and pimpsIts all about the money, you know what Im gettinHow the ***** you think I felt when I was brokeAll the rumors I got killed and I was smokedI tell the truth, I dont care how you feel about meIm still in the game and you still gotta seeMy face goin down the mutha*****in streetTop down, beat loud with a top-notch freakYou say it aint real lifeCuz you dont know what it feels like, beyotchChorusVerse 2:I feel like Im a million dollar billStill in the game, all about the realCant feel sorry for you, do your thangDont be mad at the world cuz you cant hangIf you feel like doin somethin that aint productiveLook in the mirror, check yourself and say ***** itIts the year two-thousand, I know you feel meBut I cant understand why you niggas wanna kill meWent from broke to rich, I got your ***** kneelinI told her smoke this dick *****, dont fight the feelinAnd when she did it, she started jockin meI saw it in your eyes, you felt like sockin meFor every action theres a consequencePlaya-haters always tryna start some shitBut then you gotta fight these niggas hereIt feels good to be a playa, *****es everywhereChorusVerse 3:I feel like eleven albums aint enoughAnd at the same time you feel like you cant come upSometimes real life dont feel rightYou been *****in her for years but its still tightThen I came through bammin, vagina started expandinUsed to be shallow, but now you landed inDeep water drownin and thats some real gameIts been your ***** for years, but it dont feel the sameI been creepin, feelin your ***** up on the weekendIs it still good she calls me dr. feelgoodIll be her last pimp, you just a has beenAnd when she talks about you its all past tenseI said I dont give a ***** about historyIll tell you bout my life then show you how this dickll beIn you all night, go ask your ***** was she feelin meMan, you niggas be killin me, hatersChorus