The Way You Feel (Feat. Shadow & Lil Los) - Woodie, Shadow, Lil Los

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 Allday

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 Imma Savage

Those Scandalis Pos Tryin To Do Damage

Im Chokin On Rope In A Cloud Of Smoke

But Before You Kno It I Vansish

And My Eyes Still Slanted Grabbin The 40

Posted Wit My Homies, Smoke Wit It Closely

Watchin You Fonys Act Like You Kno Me

But Still Stayin One Step Ahead Of The Police

Slowly Aproach We Dont Stand Too Close

Not Even Beside Me And Neva 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

Remmeding Your Homeboys Wit 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

Im Passed The Point Of Redemption

Reject The Stress

And Slice The Vega With A Razor And Blaze The Veda

Sheke Em Fifty With My Down And Filthy Native Behavoir

We Puts It Down In The Town Where Im From

Nothin But A G Thang In The East Maine

Smokin Dank Up In The Golden State

Tryin To Get Paid, Watchin The Bitchmade Pimp

They Still Stay In The Midst Of Drama

Ridaz Creep Like Spidaz

On The Late Nighta But We Fightas

Timeless Ridaz Survivers, Light The Rope Pop It At Some Hoes

Can Get Exposed Before Those Panties Duurrroppp

Its The Same One Goes Down

We Blow Our Clouds In The Town Of Antioch

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

Its Like Mental That I Get Lit

That Icky Is My Favorite

Gotta A Cravin Can I Shake It

Shes Beggin Me To Take It

Supposed To Lift With Caution

That Killas Got Me Coughin

I Ain’t Droppin And I Ain’t Stoppin

Until Them Ballas Start Recroppin

And Im Often Gone Off That Rope

And I Hope That This Danksmoke

Will Get Me Lifted, Results Of My Addiction

Im Hitting Baby Crazy

Something Like Daily, And Lately Ive 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 Dankclouds 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 Dont Smoke And Dont Kno How To React

But Don’t Be Afraid, When MJ Got Your Thoughts Delayed

Its Just That Triple A Grade, That Steady Fuccin Wit 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 Luve The Steady Callin

So I Gotta Drop A 10 Spot Yea

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

Woodies Caught Off That OE Those Who Know Me

Kno I Dont Smoke Weed But My Greenbud Smokin Homies

Keep On Forcin The Dank Up On Me

Whats A Soldier To Do?

Peer Pressure Has Got Me In A Predickament

There Tellin Me To Hit That Shit

Tellin Me That Its The Sticky Shit

Im Thinkin Dam, Its Only Herb Im Already Perked

Ill Take One Hit, Thats It Then Quit

But That’s Bullshit, They Get Me Smokin The Whole Spliff

So Low D, Who I Be W-Doubl O-D-I-E

Off That Old-E Daily and Nightly

Barely Hittin On That Ty Weed, So If You Happen

To Find Me High And You’re Not One of My Homeboys

Better Shake That Spot, 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, Barking Thru The Yoc Town

With The Heater On, Whos 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

When Ever I Smoke All Thoughts Get Spilled

But Most of All Wood Wants to Chill

So When You Take A Hit Of This Kill

Dont Be Afraid Of The Way U Feel!

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