[Verse 1:]   Straight outta the motherfuckin pissy hallways in the projects   To park in a four door Bentley on my set.   Same hood, same motherfuckin steps   I sat on and took the plastic off of "Life After Death"   Bangin, boning Biggie Biggie i did a 360   The Aftermath for that is the nigga 50 aint wit me.   No hard feelings, we both made millions   You can hate me or love me but nigga I spit real shit,   like I'm comatose, tell the Doc I'm sick   Before "Detox", let me take my last chronic hit.   Now I am gangsta rap inhale the weed smoke   And coughed up five platinum plaques   So Ima let the nigga Dr. Dre hit   Next time I have dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch (dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch)   I don't make love, I make hits.   I put a condom on and stuff my dick in this Hip Hop shit.      [Chorus: x2]   Feels Good   Gangsta      [Verse 2:]   Im that six figure nigga   Who got the word from KRS-ONE   and stole the Blueprint from Jigga   Niggas yellin Game did this, Game did that   Game aint do shit but bring the motherfuckin West Coast back   I hear the whisperin goin on in the hood.   I sent a motherfuckin Hallmark card to Suge   That nigga know that we all good   So you can catch a cab to Hell wit them death threats   I'm already dead   I put the .38 revolver to my own fuckin head   before I let the shit eat my conscience.   Aint a nigga in the world could tell me I can't come thru Compton.   Before I retire my Converse, I'll ride the train thru NYC with the terrorist bombers.   Somebody tell my mama I'm crazy.   Pop was a Rolling Stone so that makes me a crack baby.   I'm in rehab three times a week   because I'm a motherfuckin feen for a Dr. Dre beat.      [Chorus x2]      [Chorus x2]