Cause I walk in a straight line how long til I'm gone
Flare and don't care for a stress hit dog
I'm into ink in my flesh chronic in my chest
A plate in my teflon vest relieve stress
Adidas shell toe and sport a fly a** ho
I'm known to rock show and go like Jim Mo
Chew shrooms rock rooms wolf howl at full moons
If I'm sad sing blues brings life to dead rooms
Eyes burnt they heads turnt with fear
These three muthaf***as came to rock right here
It's like that for cholos, hoochies and hood rats
Bring back this big huero so what's that
Chorus: (2x)
Came to make you feel good
Make you feel real good
Bringin love from the hood
Came to make you feel good
Make you feel real good
Bringin love from the hood
Verse 2:
You ain't posin no kind of threat not in the least bit
I got that flow locked down just like a Brink's kit
To render you critical it's that Imperial
Mad diabolical with a Spanish flow
I'm getting louder than Loud guaranteed that they hear it
Dropin back in a zone holding my own
Shifty so I never get cloned quick jockin the bone
I make you lose control like Sonny Bono
Then I'm breakin up your band like Yoko Ono
And in case you didn't know well now you do know
We gettin sicker than these chicks with d***s f**ck your chips
You talk about these clips you grip that ain't s**t
Come fly with me up high like Robert Downey
Chorus
Verse 3:
Budded I think too much towards roof tops echo gat pops
Skin tight chonies and pants round them nalgas
Rock like run to steel drums and congas
D.J.'s spin D.H. track the bomba
Esta mucho "wallah" without a flaw
Trumpetas drums and a hard card to draw
It's a fiesta hands up if the hurra got you feelin
Like you in need of an almighty healin
Cause we bring cash and flash to city nights
We'd rather puff and play than start fights
We hang with Sick Side Psycho's that's right
And it gon be alright..
Alright...So in essence my presense is felt throughout city blocks
Irritating cops crushin bones like karate chops
Make your ride hop flip a switch it don't quit
Down with a Psycho from a side that's so sick
D.H. will get you lit up loose lips will get you hit up
Roundhouse f**k around blood is what you'll spit up
I'd rather make you feel good love from the hood
Real good like you know you should