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The Way You Feel

This song is by Woodie and appears on the album Life Stories 1 (2002).

Tonight we blaze,
Drop fade on the dank in the bay all day, maintain,
Maryjane keep fazing the haze,
Hit the jay always, I stay on swade, got no shame,
And I won't change, 'cause you can't tame game,
Plus we hang in a place where things are strange,
Your brains get blown from a pistol, place that scrill allday
Hit the hill parlay, till there ain't no punks or cowards,
You hangin' around us better be down with us,
There ain't no insults jack on impulse,
Drama happens but imma savage,
Those scandalis pos tryin' to do damage,
I'm chokin on rope in a cloud of smoke
But before you know it I vansish,
And my eyes still slanted grabbin the 40
Posted wit my homies, smoke wit it closely,
Watchin you fonys act like you know me,
But still stayin one step ahead of the police,
Slowly aproach we don't stand too close,
Not even beside me and neva behind me,
Too many robberies got me on paranoid
Cokin my mettle toy,
Like a hoe watch me point,
Clear my voice and grip my groin,
Twist some moist to gettin' bizzy
Remmeding your homeboys wit my homeboys,
When bustas make a choice, to avoid the game get strange,
Pull up the snatch and hit the gas pass round the joint,
I'm passed the point of redemption,
Reject the stress
And slice the vega with a razor and blaze the veda,
Sheke 'em fifty with my down and filthy native behavoir,
We puts it down in the town where I'm from,
Nothim but a g thang in the east maine,
Smokin' dank up in the golden state,
Tryin' to get paid, watchin the bitchmade pimp,
They still stay in the midst of drama
Ridaz creep like spidaz,
On the late nighta but we fightas,
Timeless ridaz survivors, light the rope pop it at some hoes
Can get exposed before those panties duurrroppp
It's the same one goes down
We blow our clouds in the town of antioch

Don't be afraid of the way you feel
Blaze up the jay and take a hit of that kill
Don't be afraid of the way you feel
It's the bomb

It's like mental that I get lit
That icky is my favorite
Gotta a cravin can I shake it
She's beggin me to take it
Supposed to lift with caution
That killas got me coughin
I ain't droppin' and I ain't stoppin'
Until them ballas start recroppin
And I'm often gone off that rope
And I hope that this danksmoke
Will get me lifted, results of my addiction
I'm hitting baby crazy,
Something like daily, and lately I've been feenin
For her love so I spend dubs and fill my lungs
Inhale and exhale, indo flows when we
Blow hydroponics, havin' none smokers astonished
Gone off 50 sacs get polished, I'm hella sauced
Tossed off that greenery, with dankclouds in my scenery they seem
To be completin me,
And I got these bomb sacs,
Givin' in some dental contact, to all them
Smokers that don't smoke and don't know how to react,
But don't be afraid, when mj got your thoughts delayed
Its just that triple a grade, that steady fuccin wit your brain,
I got my flame to my savior, wrapped up in a vega
'Cause I love how she tell this to my kickback behavior,
And I can't stop, wont stop, I smoke pot till my casket drops,
I luve the steady callin
So I gotta drop a 10 spot yeah

Woodies caught off that oe those who know me
Know I don't smoke weed but them greenbud smokin' homies
Keep on forcin the dank up on me,
What's a soldier to do?
The pressure has got me in a predickament
There tellin' me to hit that shit
Tellin' me that it's the sticky shit
I'm thinkin' dam, its only herb I'm already perked
Ill take one hit, that's it then quit,
But that's bullshit, they get me smokin' the whole spliff
So low d, who I be w-doubl o-die, off that old e.
That I be barely hittin on:that tall-e, so if you happen
To find me high endin up wit my homeboys,
Better shake that spot and get off that block
That got me paranoid, grippin a pistol under my jersey
Trigger finger ready to yank
Got me talkin' twice to a mobile
Like my homeboy lil nate bates
And now I feel like mobbin
55 degrees out with that top down
In a lark parking through the yoc town
With the heater on, whos a hog now?
That indo got me hella high
Smobbin gazin at the sky
Thinkin' back on jr high
Me and blackbird side by side
Wishin he was in the ride
That bomb that got me teary eyed
That bomb that makin' me snap sometimes
When I grab my strap prepare to die
When ever I smoke up off this kill?
[?]?Who wants to chill
So when you take a hit of this kill
Don't be afraid of the way you feel!

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