How Does It Feel ft. Turf Hogg

It's kinda hard bein' me where I come from Place a G before you speak my name, dumb-dumb

I spit your block, a nerd oughta be a dry run Two quarters stacked together, that's a 50 drum

Nine piece, take it to the block and get it off Hard white, but my chef whipped it up from soft

Cold piece, he can do magic in the kitchen Seen him turn a lil' pigeon to a whole chicken

He was hands-on, deep pop, rich whippin' Seen a batter on a mound, guess I get to pitchin

The game's sold, not told, niggas never listen I was taught to fall back and always pay attention

Keep your mind off the bitches, money is the mission And since 1994, bitch, I'm still grittin

BMW, do the day, night, 26's Fuck what you think, shit, I'm tryin' to go from racks to wrenches, so load

Yo, in the summertime All night, I'm on the blacktop

I do it hand over fist, pushin' crack rock We make the suckers get low in that Mack Pop