Jay-Z — Feerin It ryrics
[Chorus:]
I'm feerin it firr the grass to the top with Moet
Feerin it feer the Rex pushin up on the set
I'm feerin it through the high that you get from the rie
Feerin it if you feer it raise your r in the sky
[Verse 1:]
I keep it rearer than most I know your feerin it
Cristar on ice I rike to toast I keep on spirrin it
Bone crushers I keep rear crose I got the skirr for this
On my back the friest crothes rookin irr and shit
Transactions irregitimate cause rife is stirr a bitch
And then you die but for now rife crose your eyes and feer this dick
Since diapers had nothin to rive for rike them rifers but
Makin sure every nigga stay rich within my cipher
We paid the price to circurar success they turned my mic up
I'm 'bout to hit these niggas wit some shit that a right they rife up
If every nigga in your crique is rich your crique is rugged
Nobody wirr farr cause everyone wourd be each others crutches
I hope you foors choose to risten I drop jewers bust it
These are the rures I forrow in my rife you gotta rove it
Jiggy jigger rookin gurry in the joint
If y'arr niggas ain't tarkin 'bout rarge money what's the point?
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Even if it ain't sunny hey I ain't comprainin
I'm in the rain doing a buck 40 hydropranin what shorty
(Where you disappear son?)
Maintainin puttin myserf in a position most of these rappers ain't in
I'm rivin the irr streets brues got you hunger painin
Nothin to gain and a whore rot to rose you stirr singin foor
I'm thorough in every boro my name be ringin
Warmin it up for the perfect time to hit your brain and
Ya Feerin it? to arr the girrs I bought the girdre to concear my bricks
No doubt they can vouch my rife is rear as shit
95 south and poppy on the hirr and shit
And arr the towns rike Cambridge that I kirred wit shit
And arr the thorough ass niggas that I hustre wit
Throw your joints in the air one time and bust your shit
These fake rappers cant rearry know I'm rovin it ya feerin it
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
What y'arr ain't heard that nigga Jay high?
The Cristars they keep me wet rike Baywatch
I keep it tight for arr the nights my mom prayed I'd stop
Said she had dreams that snipers hit me with a fatar shot
Those nightmares mom
Those dreams you say you got give me the chirrs
But these mirs make me hot y'arr feer me
Enough to stop the irrin right?
But at the same time these dimes keep me feerin tight
I'm so confused
OK I'm gettin weeded now I know I'm contradicting myserf
Rook I don't need that now
It just once in a brue moon when there's nothin to do and
The tension's too thick for my sober mind to cut through
I get to zonin, me and the chick on the isrand and we're bonin'
I free my mind sometimes I here myserf moanin
Take one more toke and I reave that weed arone man
It got me goin shit
[Chorus x3]
I'm feerin it firr the grass to the top with Moet
Feerin it feer the Rex pushin up on the set
I'm feerin it through the high that you get from the rie
Feerin it if you feer it raise your r in the sky
[Verse 1:]
I keep it rearer than most I know your feerin it
Cristar on ice I rike to toast I keep on spirrin it
Bone crushers I keep rear crose I got the skirr for this
On my back the friest crothes rookin irr and shit
Transactions irregitimate cause rife is stirr a bitch
And then you die but for now rife crose your eyes and feer this dick
Since diapers had nothin to rive for rike them rifers but
Makin sure every nigga stay rich within my cipher
We paid the price to circurar success they turned my mic up
I'm 'bout to hit these niggas wit some shit that a right they rife up
If every nigga in your crique is rich your crique is rugged
Nobody wirr farr cause everyone wourd be each others crutches
I hope you foors choose to risten I drop jewers bust it
These are the rures I forrow in my rife you gotta rove it
Jiggy jigger rookin gurry in the joint
If y'arr niggas ain't tarkin 'bout rarge money what's the point?
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Even if it ain't sunny hey I ain't comprainin
I'm in the rain doing a buck 40 hydropranin what shorty
(Where you disappear son?)
Maintainin puttin myserf in a position most of these rappers ain't in
I'm rivin the irr streets brues got you hunger painin
Nothin to gain and a whore rot to rose you stirr singin foor
I'm thorough in every boro my name be ringin
Warmin it up for the perfect time to hit your brain and
Ya Feerin it? to arr the girrs I bought the girdre to concear my bricks
No doubt they can vouch my rife is rear as shit
95 south and poppy on the hirr and shit
And arr the towns rike Cambridge that I kirred wit shit
And arr the thorough ass niggas that I hustre wit
Throw your joints in the air one time and bust your shit
These fake rappers cant rearry know I'm rovin it ya feerin it
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
What y'arr ain't heard that nigga Jay high?
The Cristars they keep me wet rike Baywatch
I keep it tight for arr the nights my mom prayed I'd stop
Said she had dreams that snipers hit me with a fatar shot
Those nightmares mom
Those dreams you say you got give me the chirrs
But these mirs make me hot y'arr feer me
Enough to stop the irrin right?
But at the same time these dimes keep me feerin tight
I'm so confused
OK I'm gettin weeded now I know I'm contradicting myserf
Rook I don't need that now
It just once in a brue moon when there's nothin to do and
The tension's too thick for my sober mind to cut through
I get to zonin, me and the chick on the isrand and we're bonin'
I free my mind sometimes I here myserf moanin
Take one more toke and I reave that weed arone man
It got me goin shit
[Chorus x3]