The Game
Feelin Myself
[Verse 1: Joe Moses]
First off, rest in peace Mac Dre
Brim shit, all I throw up is B's
I be in the projects with Hunters
They keep it 5 time like the Jungles
Be in Hollywood with models
And every n***a with me is shooting and robbing
Represent the bay like a n***a from Oakland
I'm still on Western with weed and coca
Hollywood bitch, man I'm still in the set
On gang heavy, bitch I'm still in the nest
Got caught by 12, bailed out in a 'vette
With a video vixen who pussy is wet
N***as steady hating, but we still out thuggin
You be at home watching, your bitch steady clubbin

[Chorus: Joe Moses]
I'm in the building, and I'm brackin on bloods
On bloods, on bloods, on bloods, on bloods
I'm in the building, and I'm brackin on bloods
On bloods, on bloods, on bloods, on bloods
I'm in the building, and I'm brackin on bloods
On bloods, on bloods, on bloods, on bloods
I'm in the building, and I'm brackin on bloods
On bloods, on bloods, on bloods, on bloods
[Verse 2: Joe Moses]
Verse 2, this ain't just for the Bloods
Bitch, I make hits for the clubs
The first n***a on 54th
In an all white Bentley and an all red Porsche
Who you thought was next for the bity?
The F stand for 50's, it don't stand for no Fendy
Rule number 1, handle biz
And it wouldn't be right if I didn't represent Thizz
Jag on deuce's with Forgiatos
Been great, stone poppin golden bottles
G's on my feet, man that stand for gangsta
Balmain jeans, I don't do the Wranglers
I'm a real Brim n***a out of Barbara's house
And I used to sell crack off of Mickey's couch

[Chorus: Joe Moses]
I'm in the building, and I'm brackin on bloods
On bloods, on bloods, on bloods, on bloods
I'm in the building, and I'm brackin on bloods
On bloods, on bloods, on bloods, on bloods
I'm in the building, and I'm brackin on bloods
On bloods, on bloods, on bloods, on bloods
I'm in the building, and I'm brackin on bloods
On bloods, on bloods, on bloods, on bloods
[Verse 3: The Game]
First off, R.I.P. to the Jacka
Westside Cedar Block, n***a get it brackin'
On Bompton, it's bool if you wanna slide through
I'll bick back, be bool and just throw up Piru
Put the Bentley on hundred spokes, the Lamb on Alpinas
All through the Denver Lanes, woopin' through Pasadena
Red dice swinging from the rearview
N***a in the trunk, punk, can't nobody hear you
Cause the 12's in the box, the 10's on knock
The tweeters on the dash, all n***as hearin' is Pac
6 disk changer, Quik, Mack 1-0
The Relatives, YG, Problem and Joe Mo
Hit the lights, pulled up on that n***a slow mo
Bust the K in Compton, hear it way out in NoHo
N***a Chuck be trippin, think not
Drunk as a motherfucker, watch me stumble into Wingstop

[Chorus: Joe Moses]
I'm in the building, and I'm brackin on bloods
On bloods, on bloods, on bloods, on bloods
I'm in the building, and I'm brackin on bloods
On bloods, on bloods, on bloods, on bloods
I'm in the building, and I'm brackin on bloods
On bloods, on bloods, on bloods, on bloods
I'm in the building, and I'm brackin on bloods
On bloods, on bloods, on bloods, on bloods