Talk How You Feel - Dru Down

It’s me, DD, ha, talk how you feel

Talk how you feel if it’s real

It’s me, DD (So whatcha sayin', homie?)

Talk how you feel; talk how you feel if it’s real

Freedom of speech, that’s how I speak, it ain’t no punkin' out

And ain’t no punk in me, the capitalized double D

But now I’m off track, let’s step back and get to the realness

My words might hurt, that’s what I want for you to feel this

And as I speak, lean back, relax, fire up

That boo bomb, that chron chron, that major skunk, punk

And feel high, like the clouds up in the sky

No tricks played, ‘cause you don’t wanna mess up a brotha’s day

What’s on my chest, I’m speaking it loud like I’m possessed

What’s next? Time to flex, grab my Tec and straight plex, sucka

I got the feeling, ain’t no punk as sexual healing

I’m getting further ‘cause I spinned the wheel and took a deal

And now I’m major, got the hoes just blowing up my pager

They want a job, they wanna work, here goes my wages

Everything under tuck up under the table

I’m able, to give you really more than what you’re capable

But I’ma talk just how I know, just how I feel

It’s me, the double D from the Town, on the real

Talk how you feel, hold your nuts in your hands

Girls, grab your tits and say, «We don’t give a damn»

Talk how you feel, hold your nuts in your hands

Girls, grab your tits and say, «We don’t give a damn»

That’s real, talk how you feel, don’t be no mizark

And if it gets further than that, the sun goes down, it’s diznark

I’m making my team speak, the only thing they speak is heat

You wanna feel? Well, here’s some heat into your Levi jeans

Oh I, want you to understand that I

Slam like Bamm Bamm, tax hoes like Uncle Sam

Purified like water, but um, don’t ask your daughter

‘Cause she’s doing things she never did before for me

Slangin' that ass from door to door, ya know

‘Cause that’s the type of hoe that I was into

Selling that ass, making that cash, and bringing it home to da-da, huh

But I’ma talk just how I know, just how I feel

It’s me, the double D from the Town, on the real… on the real

Talk how you feel, hold your nuts in your hands

Girls, grab your tits and say, «We don’t give a damn»

Talk how you feel, hold your nuts in your hands

Girls, grab your tits and say, «We don’t give a damn»

Yeah, it ain’t no such thing as keeping your mouth shut when you’re talking

Vice versa, versa vice-a, alright-a

‘Cause funk straight jump when you’re on the corner

Drinking 40's with your homies and you’re looking hella phony

Then a car pulls up—who could it be?

I grab my thang, pull it out, and back myself up 55th, that’s how I feel

Yeah, but it lyin' just to kick it no more

No gold helicopters, it’s hella choppers and more dough

Now everybody want their props

That’s why I watch Cops to see what brothas doing on other spots

Why not smarter, play the part-a, games’ll get you bucked

But your mouth’ll get you slugs if you corrupt—enough is enough

Oh yeah, I know exactly what you mean, Num Num

Here they come, them suckas that be lying just for fun

I won’t run, because I like to talk just how I feel

It’s me, the double D from the Town, on the real, yeah

You know just how I feel (How you feel, Dru Down?)

It’s like me on the wheel

You know I feel (Let me know how you feel, Dru Down)

Double D on the real