How Does It Feel to Ya - Coo Coo Cal, Koffee Brown

Hey Hey

Heey-heeayy

Can you picture this?

It’s bout that time we got the tunes

Hot on the block sippin' on 'yac like some damn fools

Consumin' liquor by the ounce

Ya guys is rollin' up to get their grub on

Wit the dubs on and the car that bounce

Help at the park, barbaques wit roasted pig

And can nobody eat until the meat is done and we feed the kids

Nieces, nephews, uncles and aunties

Yea, you ride wit plenty of folks but ain’t got nothin' up on these

Seeds from the weed, up out the bangs of optimos

A bunch of pimps, playas, and hustlaz to fock the hoes

Pros comin' off, when the barbaques done

Ain’t really focus on that, but hell a playa bound to get some

Kids runnin' back-and-fourth cryin' on who pushed them now

We all fam, but I be damned if they push my seat down

That’s how we kick it up in the Mil-town

It’s real now, but can you feel how we kick-it-up-on these steal grounds

*background chorus vocals — Koffee Brown

How does it feel to ya

Roll up the Swisher baby if it’s real to ya

Gangstas, where we from (?) to ya

Leg breakin', cake bakin', is it trill to ya

How does it feel to ya

That’s how we do it

Hop in the heavy Chevy, corner bend to it

Shine up the candy and the twenty-twins to it

Get drunk, fill up your cup again to it

How does it feel to ya… feel me now

M-dub, three thugs sittin' on duece dueces

Hennessy and gin, need some orange and apple juices

Barbaques and half-ounce, bounce wit the music

Wide-identical pipes (?) wit dukeys

Midwest is the timezone

When it gets hot

We go block-to-block, open up shop, and get our grind on

Now I ain’t lyin' homes to whoever make a playa change

To release the tension, mention basketball and play a game

Wit dames on the sideline cheerin' you on

And haters that can’t play on the side while

Cryin' foul, screwin' you on

That’s how we kick it up in the Mil-town

It’s real now, but can you feel how we kick-it-up-on these steal grounds

*background chorus vocals — Koffee Brown

How does it feel to ya

Roll up the Swisher baby if it’s real to ya

Gangstas, where we from (?) to ya

Leg breakin', cake bakin', is it trill to ya

How does it feel to ya

That’s how we do it

Hop in the heavy Chevy, corner bend to it

Shine up the candy and the twenty-twins to it

Get drunk, fill up your cup again to it

How does it feel to ya… feel me now

Can you picture this?

A bunch of bawlaz ride oldschools

A lot of them cut the top, hookin' up decks and sounds to roll to

It ain’t the old two-hundred twenty twins

Mack-10, boss jackin' at the lakefront in the city I’m in

Bendin' corners in an orderly fashion

Twenty cars deep

Creepin' up the street, beatin' dawg so it be mashin'

Flashin' bread at them chickenhead

Yea they jumpin' in to sin dawg

Cuz-it's-about the only thing that’ll get 'em fed

Hear what I just said

Pick 'em up in the presidental rento limo, TV’s and (?)

Ghetto celeb is the gear we wear

Naw ya’ll don’t hear it there

But by the end of this year you gonna feel the player

Sippin' on Henn, and Cris is gettin' plenty drunk

Which switches from the candy-coupe dawg, an empty front

That’s how we kick it up in the Mil-town

It’s real now, but can you feel how we kick-it-up-on these steal grounds

*background chorus vocals — Koffee Brown

How does it feel to ya

Roll up the Swisher baby if it’s real to ya

Gangstas, where we from (?) to ya

Leg breakin', cake bakin', is it trill to ya

How does it feel to ya

That’s how we do it

Hop in the heavy Chevy, corner bend to it

Shine up the candy and the twenty-twins to it

Get drunk, fill up your cup again to it

How does it feel to ya… feel me now

M-dub, three thugs sittin' on duece dueces

Hennessy and gin, need some orange and apple juices

Barbaques and half-ounce, bounce wit the music

Wide-identical pipes (?) wit dukeys

*background chorus vocals — Koffee Brown

How does it feel to ya

Roll up the Swisher baby if it’s real to ya

Gangstas, where we from (?) to ya

Leg breakin', cake bakin', is it trill to ya

How does it feel to ya

That’s how we do it

Hop in the heavy Chevy, corner bend to it

Shine up the candy and the twenty-twins to it

Get drunk, fill up your cup again to it

How does it feel to ya… feel me now

Oooooooooh yeaaaa!

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!

Nan-na-na-na-na-na-na

Yea, hey, heeay hay hey yea yea

Hey, heaay