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[Hook]: Don't it make you feel alright? Say it again Say it a little louder [Verse One] [Guilty Simpson]: Yeah I should call this liver V8 Juice, black licorice nasty You can't outclass me Too much street savvy I speak stern Picture me robbin' a cavi I used to put regs in baggies Now I puff meds of algae I crumple up pieces of bong hits And load 'em in my M420 (Then what?) And provoke more envy Send me my doe in advance Steal from me? And leave with a hole in your hand Yeah The heater stay clipped up Your chick is a walking strip club We throw her the doe and she dance...wherever SongtexteI better bet her I'm better, bet a motherfuckin' bow I'm doin' rappers bold I punch his lights out like, "Damn, he's out cold." I slaughter for my honor you leave with head trauma [Hook]: Don't it make you feel alright? Say it again Say it a little louder [Verse Two] [Planet Asia]: All hail the fly wise men My enterprise been on the rise and I see you sizin' us Large bark leaf blendin' my broccoli The pot in me has got me seein' it all sparkly I'm a mobster Loungin' with my bitch eatin' Long Beach lobster I love me some fish And them hatin' ass niggas wanna know if my shit sells I'm good in the hood as long as I got fish scale You'll never find a nigga that's this real To ash blunts on the Aston and treat a Benz like a big wheel And you ain't gotta tell me my shit's ill Cause if I leave with your main squeeze that bitch will And you better sit still And chill when I fell for the jooks Niggas get billed and killed for the fraudulent looks For the big bills I'm mobbin' with the gods and the crooks And I guarantee the shit'll slap hard in the trunk [Hook]: Don't it make you feel alright? Say it again Say it a little louder [Verse Three] [Guilty Simpson]: Big dog, I'm a Rottweiler I'm gettin' bread I'm a stockpiler I'mma go hard for a hot dollar See rappers gettin' buzz tryin' to sound like me I just smile like a proud father Loud ganja You think I give a fuck about your list? Them clowns don't exist That's how I feel with a skill set like this I hit 'em with a black fist ? style afro pick The gats go click and clack at 'em He holler back at 'em With more force I'm all for us To travel to your home court (What?) And go to work to work with a blow torch Torched ya scorched ya whole corpse There's no remorse for 'em Talkin' ain't enough, we use brute force on em We never let it ride So violate mine? Just know You cats got a war comin' [Hook]: Don't it make you feel alright? Say it again Say it a little louder Aus Songtexte Mania