Daz Dillinger – Feels Good Lyrics

DAZ DILLINGER
Feels Good Lyrics

(Hook – Lataya Williams)
(Feels so good)
Feels good to know that someone loves you
(To know someone loves you)
Feels good to know someone cares
(I wanna feel you)
It’s been a long time since I felt you
Just call my name I’ll be there
(Feels so good)

(Daz)
Young Daz rollin through high surbuban, swervin
Down the block, catchin eyes and cutie pies
Observe, that is somethin particular, met ’em ??? town
Homegirl what’s ya name, she replied the same
Yo baby lookin fly, I could see it in her eye
Respect me, you best be prepared when you sex me
Since I let you tell it girl I could rock you ’til your heart stops
Down to your knees like just like havin a seizure
Please you with the conversation ?? ???
Later on, have you chillin talkin ’bout livin lavish and bubble bathes
Kickin it on the Ave, young Daz trippin off the times we had
Wasn’t usual but it was crucial, that I had the bomb and you had it
Couldn’t even get mad, it wasn’t expected from the baddest girl around town
I paged you early in the day, by 10:30 have it all locked down
What you did to me couldn’t be duplicated, you made it the bomb
Even playa hated sometimes, keep in mind
When you layed your head, you knew you layed it in the right place
When you gave it up girl, you knew you ran the right race
Make it hot and sweet, give your body to me
Young Daz, sho’ ’nuff gon’ get it, homegirl
And it feels good baby

(Hook)

(Kurupt)
In my mind’s eye all I see is time passin by,
will I make it to the other side
Ready to ride, we was all born to die
But will I die alone, baby girl what’s it gon’ be
She got the bombest shape I ever seen before
Man, she got a brother thinkin ’bout never doin wrong, man
Go on girl with your bad ass,
she got her own bank account, makin her own cash
I might be movin to fast, but with an ass shaped like that
She’s the shit, plus she makes her own money, she ain’t after my chips
I mean what more could I ask for, what else would I blast for
Catch a G dippin by high at the sky, I lace the game
Everybody wants the best, and every gangsta has a gangstaress
When I pulled on the block lovin the hood like a muthaf**ka
Then I seen my girl, felt good from that moment on

(Hook)

(Daz)
Yo Daz (get busy)
Kurupt (get busy)
All my ladies (get busy)
It don’t stop (get busy)
Ay yo Daz (get busy)
Kurupt (get busy)
It don’t stop y’all (get busy)
It don’t stop y’all (get busy)

Who ya down for (you)
To ride or die, to lie, baby just for you)
Wouldn’t trade you for no money or no girls
It was me and you to rule the world
(it was me and you to rule the world)
She cruise my neighborhood draggin the ground,
layin it down on hundred spokes
Flossin with her homegirls with no shirt
Pull around the corner, Dana Dane’s shinin
She see me on the grind and on the front line and
You know where I hang, about handlin things
Be on the corner where the bangers bang
Flossin the neighborhood with your homegirls yellin "whoo, whoo"

(Kurupt)
Lookin extra cute, G’d in my Coupe
Get your bounce on baby girl, I love her
Plus you’ll bounce with me, I adore her
‘Cause she’ll blaze an ounce with me (say what)
Khakis more creased than mine
She’s gangstafied, she wears Dickies not Calvin Kleins
Never ignore me ’cause she adores me, ya know, ya know

(Hook to fade)

Run DMC – Rock Box (Run-Dmc Deluxe Reissue Album)

Run.. (run..) d.. (d) m.. (m) c.. (c)
Rock.. (rock.. rock..)
For you! (for you.. for you..)
Fresh (fresh.. fresh..)

For all you sucker mc’s perpetratin’ a fraud
Your rhymes are cold wack and keep the crowd cold lost
You’re the kind of guy that girl ignored
I’m drivin’ caddy, you fixin ‘a ford
My name is joseph simmons but my middle name’s lord
And when I’m rockin’ on the mic, you should all applaud
Because we’re (wheelin’, dealin’, we got a funny feelin’)
We rock from the floor up the ceilin’
We groove it (you move it) it has been proven
We calmed the seven seas because our music is soothin’
We create it (relate it) and often demonstrate it
We’ll diss a sucker mc make the other suckers hate it
We’re rising (surprising) and often hypnotizing
We always tell the truth and then we never slip no lies in
No curls (no braids) peasy-head and still get paid
Jam master cut the record up and down and cross-fade

Because the rhymes I say, sharp as a nail
Witty as can be and not for sale
Always funky fresh, could never be stale

Took a test to become an mc and didn’t fail
I couldn’t wait to demonstrate
All the super def rhymes that I create
I’m a wizard of a word, that’s what you heard
And anything else is quite absurd
I’m the master of a mic, that’s what I say
And if I didn’t say that, you’d say it anyway

Bust into the party, come in the place
See the first things come, the music in your face
Tears down the walls, some of the floor
With the dj named jay with the cuts galore

So listen to this because it can’t be missed
And you can’t leave til you’re dismissed
You can do anything that you want to
But you can’t leave until we’re through
So relax your body and your mind
And listen to us say this rhyme – hey
You might think that you have waited
Long enough til the rhyme was stated
But if it were a test it would be graded
With a grade that’s not debated
Nothing too deep and nothing dense
And all our rhymes make a lot of sense

So move your butt, to the cut
Run amuk, you’re not in a rut
Each and everybody out there, we got the notion

We want to see y’all all in motion

Just shake, wiggle jump up and down
Move your body to the funky sound

Side to side, back and forth

We’re the two mc’s, and we’re gonna go off
Stand in place, walk or run
Tap your feet, you’ll be on the one

Just snap your fingers and clap your hands

Our dj’s better than all these bands
Huh!!

we got all the lines
[dmc] and all the rhymes
[run] we don’t drop dimes
[dmc] and we don’t do crimes
[run] we bake a little cake with Duncan Hines
[dmc] and never wear the vest they call the Calvin Kleins
[run] cause Calvin Klein’s no friend of mine
don’t want nobody’s name on my behind
lee on my legs, sneakers on my feet
d by my side and jay with the beat

Jay jay jay jay jay jay
We don’t we don’t we don’t stop!
Don’t don’t don’t.. don’t stop! (jay!)
One two three
Hollis crew crew crew
For for for for the love now
Cool t now
Hah, ??
My, my man jam master
Is in his place to be (jay! jay jay jay)
The big beat blaster
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All, the way live
Re, remember you don’t stop
Kickin it, and you don’t stop
Rrrrrrrrrock, d-dot, d-dot, rock the spot
Stick em.. and you don’t stop, hah
Run.. rocks it well, we-welle-well
A-with the clientele
Krush groove
Young ladies in the place..
We, we we’re, we we’re we’re, we we’re we’re (bass)
We we’re in the hottest space
Hah.. ??
Homeboys
Now we’re talkin autographs
Autographs and autographs
Fly girls in the place, in the place
Homeboys
Hollis crew

Shindy – Me, Myself & I

[Part 1: Shindy]
Yeah, gib mir zwei Stunden ohne Entourage
Kanacken-Ollen stehen Schlange wie vorm Konsulat
Alles, was nicht von der Platte kommt, ein Störlaut
Ich bin jenseits vom Burnout
Muss mir anhör’n, dass ich ein verwöhnter Bengel wär’
Nur ’n Typ mit bisschen Glück der nichts kann wie Marcus Schenkenberg
Ich hatte seit drei Tagen nicht die Augen zu
Manchmal bereu’ ich das hier wie ein Urlaubstattoo
Man sagt, ich red’ zu wenig vor den Kameras
Was willst du hör’n? ich leb’ seit zwei Jahren à la carte
Egal was ich sag’ – ihr legt aus als wär es ’n Höhenflug
Denn ich hab Level übersprungen als hätte ich ein Lösungsbuch
Yeezies in der Farbe des Rohrzuckers
Sie tun als wär’ das alles Science Fiction – George Lucas
Als hätt’ ich mir ’ne Plastikwelt aufgebaut
Doch die Scheiße ist so echt, dass ich ’ne Pause brauch’

[Hook: Shindy]
Qualm in mei’m Gesicht – me, myself & I
Bademantel, Calvin Kleins
Spiegelbilder in der Panoramafensterscheibe
Teddy Pendergrass in Endlosschleife
Qualm in mei’m Gesicht – me, myself & I
Bademantel, Calvin Kleins
Spiegelbilder in der Panoramafensterscheibe
Teddy Pendergrass in Endlosschleife

[Part 2: Shindy]
Yeah!
Nehm’ ’ne Aspirin aus dem Medizinschrank
Es heißt, ich sei ein arroganter Wichser, so wie Friedmann
Doch selbst nach VIP-Partys, Champagner und G-Funk
Stand ich zwei Stunden später wieder vor dem Fließband
Von den Jordans in die Schuhe mit den Stahlkappen
Wie kann ich aus fünfizg Pfennig eine Mark machen?
Und darum wird die Suite zu einem Arbeitslager
Stress ist mir nie anzuseh’n als wäre ich der Dalai Lama
Weiß nicht, ob der Tag ’n Traum ist oder ob ich tagträum’
Ich glaub’ ich brauch’ nen Zug von Laas’ Joint
Und er dreht ihn auf der GQ
Ist nicht lange her, als ich noch Vierzig-Euro-Jeans trug
Das ist nur das Prelude, Lebensziel ist Dr. Dre
Rauchsteingrau, wie mein Lieblings-Yeezy-Colorway
Wach’ jeden Morgen auf mit vierzig neuen Chats auf WhatsApp
Mein Herz sagt ich muss schlafen, und ich hör darauf – Roxette

[Hook: Shindy]
Qualm in mei’m Gesicht – me, myself & I
Bademantel, Calvin Kleins
Spiegelbilder in der Panoramafensterscheibe
Teddy Pendergrass in Endlosschleife
Qualm in mei’m Gesicht – me, myself & I
Bademantel, Calvin Kleins
Spiegelbilder in der Panoramafensterscheibe
Teddy Pendergrass in Endlosschleife