Feelin It
The Game Lyrics


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Most of these rap niggas be fakin
Im talkin the throng chases
I diss em on any basis
Throw patrons and steal my faces
Stay blunted like jamaicans
The Marleys puffing the finest chifa
Fuckin the finest divas
If I have it, Id like to meet cha
Show you how I light the streets up
Kill niggas that never speak up
You my fans
Sit in the stands and watch me rip these beats up
Like a legend, feel my presence like the dead ones
If I die, my only wish is my face on some And-1s
My soils curled, my baby mamas they drive sixes
As for my bitches
Theres other rappers out there thats trickin
My only mission was to sell a couple records
Buy a bentley and drive reckless
A big medallion on my necklace
I seen Daddy Kane and Rakim do it
So much respect kid
Hip Hop is dead because you new niggas dont get the message
I used to call names out
You niggas dont deserve it
So lame out
Die from these bullets outta Game's mouth

Chorus

My flow polished, I studied the legends
Hip Hop scholar kick knowledge
Get dollars, you got some work then holla
Im on the block pitchin
Most of us got riches, not trippin
Work hydrolics and fuck the hot bitches
Youngins dont stop wishin
If you got a block then flip it
Just because im blood dont mean my niggas should stop crippin
We from the ghetto
We came up without a pot to piss in
We gettin money stayin blunted
Cuz the clock is tickin
You got a rock then pitch it
You got a glock then lift it
Them G-unot t-shirts make them niggas stop snitchin
Forever ballin' Im jim jones
With rims on that blue aston martin
Interior like my skin tone
Most of these rappers want me dead
Shit I been goin'
Two classic, move rapid, my jewish black kid
The first 8letters and everything that I stand for
Colder than a New York block
Shut the damn door

Chorus

Niggas callin me back for an encore
Like im eminem
I disappear niggas like spinnin rims
Who the fuck want a war?
Meet us at the corner store
Call it the hot spot
Where gangbangers throw hot rocks
The boys comin, so what, they pop cops
Push them hot drops
How bout them shirts on that say we got rocks
High school dropout stayed to air the block out
Stack paper like the old G's told us
We only chirp on Nextels
Dont talk on the Motorolas
Gotta feel that, so kick back
And scope what im sayin
Picture me parlaying
Im flippin bricks while you eatin pussy
You chicken shit
I fuck bitches on Natime
I chow on Nadime




Gettin head under the table
Everybody stay calm

Overall Meaning

The song β€œFeelin It” by The Game featuring Young Rob begins by The Game stating that most rap artists are faking their lives and lying about their success. He talks about his preference for marijuana, which he smokes like a Jamaican, and his interactions with beautiful women. He emphasizes his desire to meet his fans and demonstrate his ability to control the audience while paying homage to legacy rappers like Daddy Kane and Rakim. He also opens up about his dreams for his own success, including owning a Bentley and wearing a big medallion necklace. The Game emphasizes the importance of respecting the history of hip-hop and the need to convey a message in the music, a message that he believes the new generation of rappers doesn't understand. He goes on to assert himself as the best rapper, challenging his peers to diss him, but ultimately concluding that it's pointless. Young Rob’s verse emphasizes his success and wealth, which he gained from the β€œblock,” and the ongoing violence and danger that exists in his neighborhood. He also touches on his preference for specific types of mobile phones and his sexual relationships with women.


The general theme of the song is the dedication and perseverance required to overcome the struggles of the inner city and the celebration of success in the music industry. The Game stresses the importance of staying true to oneself and understanding and respecting the roots of hip-hop. The song features a catchy beat and lyrics that are delivered with conviction and passion.


Line by Line Meaning

Most of these rap niggas be fakin
Many rappers are insincere


Im talkin the throng chases
They do anything for fame


I diss em on any basis
I insult them whenever I can


Throw patrons and steal my faces
I party and do drugs a lot


Stay blunted like jamaicans
I smoke a lot of marijuana


The Marleys puffing the finest chifa
I smoke the best weed, like the Marleys


Fuckin the finest divas
I have sex with beautiful women


If I have it, Id like to meet cha
If I have what you want, we should meet


Show you how I light the streets up
I am successful and talented


Kill niggas that never speak up
I am ruthless and violent


You my fans
My supporters


Sit in the stands and watch me rip these beats up
Watch me perform and destroy beats


Like a legend, feel my presence like the dead ones
My reputation precedes me like famous dead people


If I die, my only wish is my face on some And-1s
If I die, I want to be remembered on merchandise


My soils curled, my baby mamas they drive sixes
My life is extravagant, my exes drive expensive cars


As for my bitches
As for my female companions


Theres other rappers out there thats trickin
Other rappers are being deceived


My only mission was to sell a couple records
My goal was to make money through music


Buy a bentley and drive reckless
Spend money on a luxury car and drive dangerously


A big medallion on my necklace
A large piece of jewelry around my neck


I seen Daddy Kane and Rakim do it
I was inspired by earlier rap artists


So much respect kid
I have a lot of respect for them


Hip Hop is dead because you new niggas dont get the message
I believe new rappers are failing to understand the true essence of Hip Hop


I used to call names out
I used to insult other rappers


You niggas dont deserve it
They are not worthy of my attention


So lame out
Don't bother me with your unimportant issues


Die from these bullets outta Game's mouth
I will verbally destroy them


My flow polished, I studied the legends
I am skilled and knowledgeable about Hip Hop


Hip Hop scholar kick knowledge
I am a teacher of Hip Hop


Get dollars, you got some work then holla
Make money, let me know if you need a job


Im on the block pitchin
I am selling drugs


Most of us got riches, not trippin
Many of us have money and are not worried


Work hydrolics and fuck the hot bitches
Drive a car with a bouncing suspension and have sex with attractive women


Youngins dont stop wishin
Young people have dreams


If you got a block then flip it
If you have property, sell it


Just because im blood dont mean my niggas should stop crippin
Just because I am in a gang, doesn't mean others should quit their gang


We from the ghetto
We come from an impoverished area


We came up without a pot to piss in
We were very poor


We gettin money stayin blunted
We are making money and smoking marijuana


Cuz the clock is tickin
We must enjoy ourselves because time is passing


You got a rock then pitch it
If you have drugs, sell them


You got a glock then lift it
If you have a gun, use it


Them G-unot t-shirts make them niggas stop snitchin
Wearing shirts with 'G-unot' on them makes people not snitch


Forever ballin' Im jim jones
I will always be rich and successful


With rims on that blue aston martin
My expensive car has customized wheels


Interior like my skin tone
The inside of my car matches my skin color


Most of these rappers want me dead
Many other rappers dislike me


Shit I been goin'
I have been through a lot


Two classic, move rapid, my jewish black kid
I am famous and successful, with both Black and Jewish heritage


The first 8letters and everything that I stand for
My name represents everything I believe in


Colder than a New York block
I am tough and heartless


Shut the damn door
Stop interrupting me


Niggas callin me back for an encore
People want more of my music


Like im eminem
Like the rapper Eminem, who is also popular


I disappear niggas like spinnin rims
I make people disappear, like wheels that seem to spin backwards


Who the fuck want a war?
Who wants to fight?


Meet us at the corner store
Let's fight at the corner store


Call it the hot spot
This place is where fights happen frequently


Where gangbangers throw hot rocks
Where gang members throw rocks heated with fire


The boys comin, so what, they pop cops
The police are coming, but we don't care, we shoot them too


Push them hot drops
Drive our expensive cars quickly


How bout them shirts on that say we got rocks
Let's wear shirts that say we are successful drug dealers


High school dropout stayed to air the block out
I didn't finish high school, but I stayed in the neighborhood to sell drugs


Stack paper like the old G's told us
Make money like the older, successful gangsters taught us


We only chirp on Nextels
We only use a certain type of cellphone


Dont talk on the Motorolas
Don't use a different brand of cellphone


Gotta feel that, so kick back
You must understand this, so relax and listen


And scope what im sayin
Pay attention to what I'm telling you


Picture me parlaying
Imagine me enjoying life


Im flippin bricks while you eatin pussy
I am selling drugs while you are having sex


You chicken shit
You are weak and cowardly


I fuck bitches on Natime
I frequently have sex with women


I chow on Nadime
I eat at fancy restaurants


Gettin head under the table
Receiving oral sex while eating at a restaurant


Everybody stay calm
Everyone should remain calm




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Chris Parry

2020 still a classic πŸ”₯

Steve Donovan

2021. still bumpin bro

Felipe

22

iSaveSoles

Smackin still

John Wallace

Timeless mf flow

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Jes Moreno

This shit still goes. Most underrated rapper in the history of the game.

LefthookHeaven

Still bumping this ⛽️ rolling into β€˜22

Juan Nava

This track is timeless πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

Teepin N Creepin

He rips that sht!!πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

Dusty Bell

2021 shit still goes hard πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

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