Jazze Pha - Tell Me How Ya Feel lyrics

[Jazze Pha] LADIES AND GENTLEMEN~! Ladies and gentlemen! You are now tuned in to the very best (the very best) This, is a Jazze Phizzle, produc-shizzle U.G.K., Pimp C (Sweet Jones) Bun B~! [Hook 2X: Pimp C] I'm out here grippin on the wood, sittin on the leather Keep the gold diggin b**hes tryin to keep they sh** together Swangin through yo' hoods, diamonds on the wheel When you see a pimp shinin b**h, tell me how you feel [Pimp C] I call my motherf**in swangers on the slab, money on my mind (miiiind) Twenty-fo' seven I'm out here on the grind (grind) Wanna jack, that way to heaven, got somethin for ya spine (spine) Put ya on the sh** bad if you really wanna try (try) I done been to hell and back, they call me T.B.C. (T.B.C.) Now everythang that I drive got at least five TV's (V's) Two in the sun visor, two in the headrest (rest) When jumpin out to dash, two hundred thousand on my chest (chest) Hangin 'round my neck (neck) blindin you n***as (n***as) I ain't cappin, I'm just tellin you what's hap'nin Some n***as be winnin, and some be steady losin Touchin down, women they stayin, they steady chosin Tired of feelin bashed and mashed and want some cash You only live once, she fin' to cheat on her man (man) Cause I'mma stand up in her and sin her cause she a winner (winner) I'm Sweet Jones b**h and I'm pimpin, y'all some beginners [Hook] [Bun B] Yeah, swangin on Vogues... Yeah, well I'm the son of the struggle, the Godchild of the grind (grind) The product of the product, and the cousin of crime So get that f** up out your mind (mind) I'm born to this life (life) And my work is the only woman I'll ever make my wife So all you triflin-a**, stiflin-a**, mud-stuck, f** boys Gettin bound to borin, you sh** out of luck boys The Kingz is back in the buildin, just in the knick of time And we fin' to do it to it partner (WHAT~!) while you n***as lyin Touchin us you n***as dyin, k** you hoes, just for tryin d**h befo' dishonor (dishonor) you never see me testifyin Standin on the stand, grab a workout in the yard Trill n***as never fraud, you can put that on the Lord Goin hard, ask the hardest n***a you know in the street I'm the last n***a that, that n***a wanna meet Ain't no need to exaggerate, I just tell it like it is So get the f** up out my way, Bun Beeda handlin biz On my sheeit [Hook] [Bun B] Well if you had yo'self a pimp and you had yo'self a G And you put 'em both together ('gether) what the f** would you see U.G.K. n***a, I'm fresher than a cashmere sweater (sweater) When it come to keepin it trill, nobody do it better Ain't no candy paint wetter (wetter) no 24's cla**ier No leather seats softer (softer) no other brothers cla**ier And you could never pa** me up, so slow your roll mayne (okay) Recognize the real when Pimp and Bun in control mayne [Pimp C] UNGGGH~! I got a candy cup, sittin on buck Two-hundred thousand when I roll up Year ago, I was on lock Now I'm out here, droppin them tops 48 months, I was gone Barely got back, it's still on I know y'all hate to see the Pimp free All y'all all can eat a big D I see the Kingz winnin Thought it was over, it's the beginnin Underground we run the South Diss me I'mma bust your mouth I don't run I come to your house You gon' lose, n***a that's no doubt We can jump or pop it out I ain't Jeezy don't swap it out Knahmtalkinbout! ... [Hook] - to fade