The Feeling - Nipsey Hussle

Yeah, another one of them Slauson Boy hits

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

T.I.'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 …