Клип Yowda, Fat Trel, P Wild - Feel No Pain

Текст Песни Yowda, Fat Trel, P Wild - Feel No Pain

(Intro)
Game! Yada! I feeled y'all on the same shit
I just wanna talk bout that lil shit

(Hook)
Street's on fire, street's gone crazy
All real niggas, first name base
All real bitches, white cocaine
Kill all witness, feel no pain

(Hook)
Street's on fire, street's gone crazy
All real niggas, first name base
All real bitches, white cocaine
Kill all witness, feel no pain

(Verse)
25 to life, I hope I neva see it
Seen a killa lose his life, I hope I neva be him
Bitches on my line, I hope they let us gym
Cuz if they ain't tryna fuck then we ain't tryna see 'em
Ballin' once again, jumpin' out the Colosseum
Ya know my swag's carpe diem
And ye don't know how it feel to be 'em
I don't really see em', I just see 'em in my diem
All it took was one call from the mornin' to the pm
Street's gone crazy, the beef is goin' maybe
These hoes ain't loyal and the niggas been snakes
This is me and Game, just us and Ben Franklin
And the label's still callin' and the bitches still waitin'
Wait!

(Hook)
Street's on fire, street's gone crazy
All real niggas, first name base
All real bitches, white cocaine
Kill all witness, feel no pain

(Hook)
Street's on fire, street's gone crazy
All real niggas, first name base
All real bitches, white cocaine
Kill all witness, feel no pain

(Verse 2: Yowda)
My shawty was no good fo' me
Had to leave her in the past, now she history
I'm countin' up this cash, this shit ain't new to me
My niggas with the shits, we with the foolery
Shooters on shooters I roll with
Most of these niggas on hoe shit
I'm on my shit, I be focused
Might fuck yo bitch in the Focus
Free all my people like Moses
Lock it on corner, no holster
I pull up and hop out a Roadster
I'm takin' whateva like vultures
Backwards in the air, I got my gang with me
Giuseppe steppin', rockin' all the jewelry
All this shit you talkin' don't mean shit to me
Put yo hands up on me, got this Glock on me

(Hook)
Street's on fire, street's gone crazy
All real niggas, first name base
All real bitches, white cocaine
Kill all witness, feel no pain

(Hook)
Street's on fire, street's gone crazy
All real niggas, first name base
All real bitches, white cocaine
Kill all witness, feel no pain

(Verse 3: P Wild)
Just got a package, and the thing was pure
Last week the streets was sick, 
this week they got the cure
24 inch Forgies, on a foreign whip
I came here by myself but I slit out with yo bitch
My money is off because of the hate, 
dropped to the floor when I brrum back at eight
I stay motivated because of the hate
These niggas want beef, I'm servin' them steak
Pop me a Xan, I done popped me a purrp
I done scrubbed my rims twice, dosin' off the syrup
I came from afar, I'm searchin' fo' my wallet
I'm lookin' fo' my keys, but my pistol in my pocket
She said she fucked me twice, but I don't remember once
She said she want to see me cum, 
I told her bring mind and tongues

(Hook)
Street's on fire, street's gone crazy
All real niggas, first name base
All real bitches, white cocaine
Kill all witness, feel no pain

(Hook)
Street's on fire, street's gone crazy
All real niggas, first name base
All real bitches, white cocaine
Kill all witness, feel no pain