The Feeling Keeps On Coming

(album: Bullets Ain't Got No Name, Vol. 1 - 2008)

("It's alright")
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 talking 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 nothing, got him crying 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 listening
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
Pushing pounds out of town in the rental
To sitting on chrome, beats rattling 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 trying
And when I spit that hood shit, you know I ain't lying
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 talking about
Slauson Boy Records, we official, nigga, you know
I ain't just rapping, 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 nothing
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 ...