The Jacka Love How It Feels Lyrics

The Jacka of the Mob Figaz Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Target Practice
  • 2 Hey Girl
  • 3 Die Young
  • 4 Innocent Youth
  • 5 From The Bay
  • 6 Thugg'ed
  • 7 With My Chop
  • 8 I'm Thru
  • 9 1, 2, 3
  • 10 Body
  • 11 F@#k With The Mob
  • 12 Dat Tapes
  • 13 Life
  • 14 Million Miles
  • 15 Cuz I'm The Mack
  • 16 Warfaces
  • 17 Love How It Feels
  • 18 Where I'm From
  • f/ Husalah

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    Let's go
    I come through bitch
    With my muthafuckin' niggs
    And I couldn't give a fuck
    By how you hoes feel
    Dip through with the steel
    All in a bitch's face
    Put my sticker on her ass
    Tell her let a nigga pass
    At the summer jam
    With my backstage pass
    Bought 'em from the base
    So we thuggin' on the grass
    Watchin' time pass
    Cuz I'm waitin' on the real shit
    Performin' at the after party
    Sold when you see a mix
    Scream real loud bitch
    Like your real proud
    A G got tossed in the crowd
    Then I got lost in the cloud
    In the Benz
    With my nigga Twin
    Honkin' at her and her friends
    Watchin' her, watch the rims
    I bet they wanna hop in
    Even though they on dubs
    Too love what a thug do
    I know you got your bread right
    Let's see if your head right
    In the traffic in the middle of the night

    [Chorus] x 4
    Do you love what you feel
    In love with you

    Real gangsta
    Yo, uh, yo
    Real gangstas everywhere
    Smokin' rope in the alley
    Just don't care
    Swangin' eights in the alley
    The Hus long here
    All the hoes on my dick
    I got to be there
    But I'd rather hang out
    And hustle all year
    Cuz the paper don't stop
    The block is on pop
    It's the dope game, cocaine
    Locced out to the brain
    Give shit 'bout a bitch
    Silly with the chop man
    I'd rather hang
    Wit my niggas on the drug spot
    Don't talk on a snitch when his gun pop
    1 double O duece 3
    Niggas gettin' packed in a row 'fo deep
    Movin' on Fourth Street
    Yeah ho, check out my shit
    I couldn't give a shit about
    A shitty haired bitch
    Tossed up, purssed slut
    Tryin' to get rich
    Slide my shit down a [?] and burned
    Gone on a bitch
    Gettin' dope-fiend dumb
    Nigga gone off this shit
    And I don't pop pills
    I pop niggas with the clip
    You faggot ass nigga
    What are you smokin'?
    I know to dip hard
    To the knock I'm yokin'
    Like what
    All my murder dub niggs in Oakland
    And my Hunter's Point hustlas
    Keep the chapper smokin'
    Gave a kid up out my low-life, gangsta, hustlas
    All you child ass turkey
    I don't fuck wit suckas
    Havin' fun like it's '81
    The hoes love the way
    My perm hang in the sun
    I'm outtie 5 G

    [Chorus] x 4

    What up bitch, yeah that's me
    You a model from L.A.
    But you couldn't believe
    All the shit that you seen
    When you came to my house
    Thought it was a hard cock
    Till you seen it float out
    Rob sittin' on the leather couch
    Lookin' like Bob
    Smokin' more than a ounce
    Close the door
    Took a trip upstairs
    Got sucked on the floor
    Then I called her a whore
    And I spend way more
    Than your pops can afford
    So get the fuck out for real
    You punk bitch
    And I ain't nothin' like
    Any of the niggas you fuck wit
    Just ask Boo James
    That's my DJ, he'll tell ya
    Ain't nothin' worse than a failure
    So get your shit together
    Punk niggas tryin' to send 'em
    And see what's in 'em
    And every love that I drop
    On a chick is venom
    I got bitches that suck way more
    Than them bitches that suck the floor on your tank
    That's so real
    I better paint a picture in your brain
    You must be lame if you can't [echoes out]

    [Chorus] x 4

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