and you touch me, it's right The feeling is right The feeling is right It feels like the feeling is right The feeling is right Damn, this game of love is
译文: 向东. 感觉是对的.
doing that thing over there, homie Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye Lets go cause I'm feeling like I'm running and I'm feeling like I gotta get
's wrong That's the question, you feel me? My father was wrong They say, I'm wrong, so they say So they say Ha ha, come on It's like this right here To
Too many niggas try to pert my lifestyle - romancing Overlord - so why the wack niggas ain't dead? Probably because my aim is over nigga's heads/ East
gone I turn my head to the east, I don't see nobody by my side I turn my head to the west, still nobody in sight So I turn my head to the north, swallow
Spaceship, E.T.'s in the cut, yeah P-p-pop a bottle just to gettin' my head right Tell the doctor go and gettin' my meds right Monster, you know it wouldn
music around Come closer honey that's better Gotta get a brand new experience feeling right Oh, don't try to stop baby hold me tight Outside a new day is
can get it (You can get it) Or we can do it East Coast style And I'll keep on my fitted I said I got the gangsta feelin' I feel like breakin' you off
Devilish Eazy-E voice Right about now, Thugs-N-Harmony is on a come up So to all you bustas out there, beware Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves
East, east, 1990, 99, 9, 9, 9 East, east, 1990, 99, 9, 9, 9 East, east, 1990, 99, 9, 9, 9 East, east, 1990, 99, 9, 9, 9 East, east, 1990, 99, 9, 9,
cheese. And don't even try to resist it, nigga just give it up. Feel the pump, feel the pump, feel the pump, feel the pump, feel the pump; pump, pump,
nack, gimmee the goodies and nigga me dash Ya reach for the gauge and mash, yell out 187 and blast Nigga don't test nuts your luck's fucked You feelin' up right
's up? Nigga, get drug, put 'em in the mud, pop and I can't stop, now. Niggas that I thug with kill. Pop to the chest. How does it feel? And nigga we
when they be fuckin' with the thugs. Nigga, we come to party, but I'll fuck up somebody, but y'all ain't feelin' me, is y'all 'til one of these bullets
started, f*** it, just get it started? These trash talking artists is nothing, n****z is garbage When Meth strike his target, leave it dearly departed His flow is clearly the hardest, y'all gon' feel
