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Woodie - The Way You Feel lyrics
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, cuz 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 all day
 Hit the hill parlay, til 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 I'm a savage,
 Those scandalis pos tryin' to do damage,
 I'm chokin' on rope in a cloud of smoke
 But before you know it I vanish,
 And my eyes still slanted grabbin' the 40
 Posted wit my homies, smoke wit it closely,
 Watchin' you phoney's act like you know me,
 But still stayin' one step ahead of the police,
 Slowly approach we don't stand too close,
 Not even beside me and never 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
 Remedying your homeboys with 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 vega,
 Shake em fifty with my down and filthy native behavior,
 We puts it down in the town where I'm from,
 Nothin' but a g thang in the east maine,
 Smokin dank up in the golden state,
 Tryin' to get paid, watchin' the b*tch-made 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 drop
 Its the same one goes down
 We blow our clouds in the town of Antioch
 [Chorus x2]
 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'Woodie - The Way You Feel - http://motolyrics.com/woodie/the-way-you-feel-lyrics.html
 Until them ballas start recroppin'
 And I'm often gone off that rope
 And I hope that this dank smoke
 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 dank clouds 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
 It's just that triple a grade, that steady f*ckin' with your brain,
 I got my flame to my savior, wrapped up in a vega
 Cuz I love how she tell this to my kickback behavior,
 And I can't stop, won't stop, I smoke pot til my casket drops,
 I love the steady callin'
 So I gotta drop a 10 spot yea
 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 predicament
 They're tellin' me to hit that sh*t
 Tellin' me that it's the sticky sh*t
 I'm thinkin' dam, it's only herb I'm already perked
 I'll take one hit, that's it then quit,
 But that's bullsh*t, they get me smokin' the whole spliff
 So low d, who I be W-double 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 thru the Yoc town
 With the heater on, who's a hog now?
 That indo got me hella high
 Smobbin gazin' at the sky
 Thinkin' back on junior 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
 Whenever I smoke up off this kill?
 Most of all who wants to chill
 So when you take a hit of this kill
 Don't be afraid of the way you feel!















