Artist: Twista f/ Jazze Pha 
Album:  Kamikazee 
Song:   Still Feels So Good 
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[Intro: Girl] 
This goes out to all sides worldwide 
Let that playa ass nigga Twista be yo guide, as we go on a ride 
Hood to hood, chrome, leather, and wood 
And it feels so good.. 
 
[Twista] 
One mornin' I.. 
Woke up next to a peanut butter and a caramel chick 
Feelin fucked up, flicked out, freaked on 
Thinkin' about my new truck with tha' deep dish 
Meanin' deep chrome, deep chrome, in the deep dome 
After a massage and a m?nage, we got in the shower 
Let water trickle down the crack of the back of they booty 
Got out the tub and went back to the master bedroom 
One put on prada, one put on Ludi, I put on gucci 
Duty calls, I'm bout to hit the scene and ball 
But before I leave I spray on some Itsimiaki 
Take my truck up to the wash, put the sparkle back on 
Wax on, wax off like Mr. Miyagi 
Go to the liquor store so I can get blunts, get 
Here I Go lyrics

[ANITA:] Ohhh... Why don't you catch me?
[RAY:] Catch me, cause I falling deep down below
[ANITA:] I'm falling! Yeah!

[RAY:] There's no way out, man you try to escape
Concentrate on your mind 'cause it might just break
Into half, crack down fast
I keep my face straight no need to laugh
I did some right, I did some wrong
I regret these things, but I gotta stay strong
I feel the pressure, now don't you know? 
Catch me, 'cause I'm falling deep d
Yak 
So I can sip some while I split one 
Chronicle enter ever pholical of my body 
Calmin' down every molecule, makin' sure I don't trip none 
Hit one.. 
Hop in tha' ride, come and kick it wit me 
So I can take you through tha' so-and-so hundred block 
And show you how my people be kickin' it in the windy city 
I wanna show you where I hang out at, where we make our scratch 
While we sit on leather grippin' wood 
Where tha' hustla's got packs and the G's got stacks 
And tha' pimps got lacks, rollin' through the hood 
And it feels so good.. 
 
[Chorus: Jazze Pha] 
And it feels so good 
Turnin' corners with my pinky man 
Through my hood 
Chokin' on a B and switchin' lanes is understood (understood...) 
I'm a baller livin' pimpish 
Man, leather and wood 
Said it feels so good (feels so good...) 
 
[Twista] 
Now I done seen plenty niggaz flip twenty's, flip twenty one's 
Flip twenty two's, flip Jordans, flip two-fours 
Mega ballin', new clothes 
Momma got a new store, tv screens, hundred-forty spokes 
And we fittina' roll, righ
All I Want Is An Angel lyrics

I saw her first
She came around
That day my angel came to town
This is just a love song
Her shine was white she rode the light
She let her wings go where they might
?cos she looked to be a wild one
She just got in my car and said
"boy take me to wherever you want"
All I want is an angel
And I know she will stay on my mind all the way
All I want is an angel
One like you
Like you
We drove all day we didn?t stop
Along the way until the top
Of the cliff by the sea
She played her tapes of
 off madison to the manor in a drop-top Lexus 
Sippin' henny rollin' reckless 
Feelin' so motherfuckin' good I could roll my vehicle to Texas 
And spit it like, this is for the syrup sipper's.. 
Gotta slow it down so you feel it, plus it make the words figure 
And spit some screwed shit and do shit so that you understand 
When it come to spittin' rapid-fire lyric adrenaline then I be the motherfuckin' man.. 
Get the love, when I hit the club gotta freak in 
It's the weekend and the DJ bumpin' "Tattoo" 
Track move like some southern, black blues, or like the Cooper, got cruise 
And they got shoes it's packet-proof instead I be the hottest rap.. 
Dude...Ride to this while you peel, yo, hood 
You could go around the block or travel the whole world 
When you come back it's still yo hood 
And it feels so good.. 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[Twista] 
I spit some game wit the intellect 
To the media, like I'm in the Encyclopedia Brittanica 
Come and take over the world wit' me girl 
If you good I might can see if I can be yo manager 
Get yo care
Khanada lyrics

Didn't no one tell you money is a game playing so hard to get now
I don't even know your name

(Khanada I'll get by) Don't play with me I've nothing to lose
(Khanada I'll get by) Ain't no one's day is coming too soon
(Khanada I'll get by) I don't believe in dragons or blue
(Khanada I'll get by) I don't believe in nobody's rules

Heavy as the rain falls I might go outside just because you're with me
Doesn't mean you're not the same

(Khanada I'll get by) Don't play with m
er on track and yo life on point 
And I'll show you how yo taxes go.. 
Tactics flow quicker than a hat-trick go, smokin on some fire, galactic dro 
I know it's good when you smoke that fire 
Puff that herb, get that dirt, hit that lick 
Cop yourself a motherfuckin' Bentley car 
Cop yourself a motherfuckin' Bentley crib 
Pop that ass, throw that dick, twork that thing, bust that nut 
Drop that top, turn the base up, put you a chameleon paint on the truck 
Get iced up, bumpin' Twista grooves 
as I cruise new shoes rollin' smooth up in K-Town 
In my city come and feel it ghetto blues 
if you snooze you lose don't pay dues for the tre-pound 
Take the time to kick wit' yo home girls... And feel yo nugz.. 
Keep on hatin' on the L, big family we gon' steady come up 
And I'ma still smoke good, and it feels so good.. 
 
[Chorus] - repeat 2X 
 
[Outro] 
Roll one, light one, smoke one, sip some.. 
Roll one, light one, smoke one, sip some.. 
Roll one, light one, smoke one, sip some.. 
Roll one, light one, smoke one, sip some..