Still Feels So Good
Twista Lyrics


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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

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 the deep dish,
Meanin' deep chrome, deep chrome, in the deep dome,
After a massage and a ménage, 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. Miagi,
Go to the liquor store so I can get blunts, get 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 the ride, come and kick it wit me,
So I can take you through the 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 the hustla's got packs and the G's got stacks,
And the pimps got lacks, rollin' through the hood,
And it feels so good

And it feels so good,
Turnin' corners with my pinky man,
Through my hood,
Chokin' on a be and switchin' lanes is understood (understood)
I'm a baller livin' pimpish,
Man, leather and wood,
Said it feels so good (feels so good)

Now I done seen plenty niggas 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, right 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

And it feels so good,
Turnin' corners with my pinky man,
Through my hood,
Chokin' on a be and switchin' lanes is understood (understood)
I'm a baller livin' pimpish,
Man, leather and wood,
Said it feels so good (feels so good)

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 career 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 tha 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'm a still smoke good,
And it feels so good

And it feels so good,
Turnin' corners with my pinky man,
Through my hood,
Chokin' on a be and switchin' lanes is understood (understood)
I'm a baller livin' pimpish,
Man, leather and wood,
Said it feels so good (feels so good)

And it feels so good,
Turnin' corners with my pinky man,
Through my hood,
Chokin' on a be and switchin' lanes is understood (understood)
I'm a baller livin' pimpish,
Man, leather and wood,
Said it feels so good (feels so good)

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

Overall Meaning

The song "Still Feels So Good" by Twista is an ode to the good life, with lyrics that paint a vivid picture of the rapper's opulent lifestyle. The opening lines set the tone for the song as Twista declares himself a "playa ass nigga" and invites his listeners to join him on a ride through different neighborhoods. Throughout the song, he describes waking up next to a beautiful woman, getting a massage and engaging in a ménage, before getting dressed in designer labels (Prada, Ludi, and Gucci).


The second verse of the song details Twista's journey through his city (the windy city) as he shows off his hood and its people, including the hustlers, pimps and G's (gangsters). He talks about driving around in his truck (with chrome, leather, and wood) and picking up blunts and Yak (a brand of cognac) from a liquor store. The song ends with a reference to the rapper's success, encouraging his listeners to "roll one, light one, smoke one, sip some" and enjoy the good life.


Overall, "Still Feels So Good" is an upbeat celebration of material wealth and success. Twista uses his lyrical prowess to create a picture of his luxurious lifestyle, full of designer labels, fancy cars and beautiful women.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: PHALON ALEXANDER, FREDERICK JEROME TAYLOR, CARL MITCHELL

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