P-Lo - How I Feel lyrics

[Intro: P-LO] Th-th-that's just how I feel Oh-oh, oh (DTB that sh*t slap) Ayy, yeah [Chrous: P-LO & ALLBLACK] Ayy, ask about me, give the streets up In the field, I could never give these streets up Keep it on me, got at least one Big bank, tell ya' little baby keep up (Yeah) That's just how I feel, that's just how I feel That's just how I feel, that's just how I feel (Yeah) That's just how I feel, that's just how I feel [Verse 1: ALLBLACK] Had the limo to the coupe Got that Taurus in my lap, and a sword on me too Ridin' 'round like it's my last days Only opps, ALLBLACK gotta still [?] [?] label me a lethal weapon, make these ni**as die The witness is breathless, perfection I'm form Oakland, born with the drama Kurt Cobain in my veins, he already knew nirvana Mixеd with shottas, I ain't the type to pray when sh*t gеttin' bad I'm the type to go and beast mode, I show my ass Now they shake, I'll rearrange a ni**a face And make the bet before my life, I'll bullseye your ass I don't do splits, don't do deals I do not steal, b*tch, I kill Y'all in that house, I'm in that field fu*k five-oh, RIP G Floyd and Emmett Till [Chrous: P-LO] Ayy, ask about me, give the streets up In the field, I could never give these streets up Keep it on me, got at least one Big bank, tell ya' little baby keep up Ayy, that's just how I feel, that's just how I feel That's just how I feel, that's just how I feel That's just how I feel, that's just how I feel [Verse 2: Shootergang Kony] Put two thousand on a car, don't worry beat us So much money I could leave the house, and not turn off the heater You the type that wanna squabble with your big, but don't believe in smoke (Don't believe in smoke) I keep a pole, she anemic, I'ma bleed the hoe I hit his partner, he turned left, fasholy seen a ghost All this beef I like it raw, you ni**as need a roast Hardest ni**as from this coast, you ni**as think we sellin' dope (Uh uh) Crackers let us vote just to give our people hope Aye, name one ni**a workin' for the collars though Throw up [?], make him turn the hydraulics on [?] tell a spanish hoe geronimo I keep a [?] I need the mazzi, then I'm out the door Don't need a pole it, I'm the goat, my baby if it's manifested This FN will turn your biggest ni**a anorexic I'ma blood my texts red on iMessage Ain't even wanna shoot the ni**a, he was in our section (Damn) [Chrous: P-LO] Ayy, ask about me, give the streets up In the field, I could never give these streets up Keep it on me, got at least one Big bank, tell ya' little baby keep up Ayy, that's just how I feel, that's just how I feel That's just how I feel, that's just how I feel That's just how I feel, that's just how I feel