How does it feel? (Yeah) How does it feel? (Tell me how it feels yeah) How does it feel? (Said it's been on my mind) How does it feel? (Ohh oh) How does it
How does it feel, yeah? How does it feel, yeah? How does it feel, yeah? How does it feel, yeah? How does it feel, yeah? How does it feel, yeah? How does it
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Bad Boy for life, bitch, nobody does it better Do seem like my future's here now It feels good to see the sun in the mornin' I'm got a feelin' that
you [Chorus] [Verse 3] Yeah it's me again, the guy from verse two But it's the last one, it's almost curfew It's almost night out, so turn your lights
you neva' seen a car dance befo' They be askin' how does it feel like D' Angelo? (How does it feel?) Picture wakin' up, all weed, bomb weed Palm trees, no kickin' it
Alonzo And I'd get it, I'd bit it, I'd split it, I'd hit it up in the Tahoe Bravo, make, make, make it clap, I'd break, break, break ya back Then tuck
? Hello? Does anybody care? Who am I kinding, it's alright, maybe someday I'll find my way But no matter what I do, someone always got something bad to say It
Can't none of y'all now dro me lookin' boy Yeah, goin' buy you a drink Rodney Turiaf lookin' boy How does it feel? O D'Angelo lookin' boy Met the man
to the Z and we all in the family What an event, we hardcore a hundred percent Makin' it stick, Los Angeles proudly presents The real deal, how does it feel
I grip it, it spit at an angle You'll be stiffer than stiff, prick up sitting with angels I'm just doing me, jewelry, blue in beads Pinch it Pa, it'
in their blood He would put me on his lap when he'd drive and I'd take the wheel He'd say "What do you think about that, son? How does she feel? You
need to know, How big are angel wings? I can't ask mama I know it'd make her sad I don't like to see her cry And it does the same thing to Dad And
