How Does It Feel Lyrics - Too $hort

How does it feel when ya livin' like that 

And ya pockets are fat? 

'Cuz you're a playa and you're pimpin' hoes 

So tell me how does it feel when ya money ain't right 

And ya pockets are tight? 

You're still a hustla and you can't let go 

When I was broke, I used to feel the pain 

Now I got money, ain't nothin' changed 

Same hustla, tryin' to hold on to what I got 

And that's alot, players like me can't be stopped 

I was starvin', couldn't afford a TV Dinner 

But now I roll around in a DB-7 

Throwin' up the two, to the hoes and pimps 

It's all about the money, you know what I'm gettin' 

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How the fuck you think I felt when I was broke 

All the rumors I got killed and I was smoked 

I tell the truth, I don't care how you feel about me 

I'm still in the game and you still gotta see 

My face goin' down the muthafuckin' street 

Top down, beat loud with a top-notch freak 

You say it ain't real life 

'Cuz you don't know what it feels like, beyotch 

How does it feel when ya livin' like that 

And ya pockets are fat? 

'Cuz you're a playa and you're pimpin' hoes 

So tell me how does it feel when ya money ain't right 

And ya pockets are tight? 

You're still a hustla and you can't let go 

I feel like I'm a million dollar bill 

Still in the game, all about the real 

Can't feel sorry for you, do your thang 

Don't be mad at the world 'cuz you can't hang 

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If you feel like doin' somethin' that ain't productive 

Look in the mirror, check yourself and say, "Fuck it" 

It's the year two-thousand, I know you feel me 

But I can't understand why you niggas wanna kill me 

Went from broke to rich, I got your bitch kneelin' 

I told her, "Smoke this dick bitch, don't fight the feelin'" 

And when she did it, she started jockin' me 

I saw it in your eyes, you felt like sockin' me 

For every action theres a consequence 

Playa-haters always tryna start some shit 

But then you gotta fight these niggas here 

It feels good to be a playa, bitches everywhere 

How does it feel when ya livin' like that 

And ya pockets are fat? 

'Cuz you're a playa and you're pimpin' hoes 

So tell me how does it feel when ya money ain't right 

And ya pockets are tight? 

You're still a hustla and you can't let go 

I feel like eleven albums ain't enough 

And at the same time you feel like you can't come up 

Sometimes real life don't feel right 

You been fuckin' her for years but it's still tight 

Then I came through bammin', vagina started expandin' 

Used to be shallow but now you landed in 

Deep water drownin' and that's some real game 

It's been your pussy for years but it don't feel the same 

I been creepin', feelin' your bitch up on the weekend 

Is it still good she calls me Dr. Feelgood 

I'll be her last pimp, you just a has been 

And when she talks about you its all past tense 

I said, "I don't give a fuck about history 

I'll tell you 'bout my life then show you how this dick'll be" 

In you all night, go ask your bitch was she feelin' me 

Man, you niggas be killin' me, haters 

How does it feel when ya livin' like that 

And ya pockets are fat? 

'Cuz you're a playa and you're pimpin' hoes 

So tell me how does it feel when ya money ain't right 

And ya pockets are tight? 

You're still a hustla and you can't let go