Spice 1 - Can U Feel It текст песни

Chorus:

Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah

(can u feel it baby? )

Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah

(can u feel it baby? )

Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah

(I want to know)

Verse 1: young kyoz

Here I come steppin

Tha murder weapon

Cappin off safety

Keep one in tha chamber

Nigga

Your life is in danger

(boyowh!) call me cuz Im floating cross

Tha river droppin g shit

Wit mo kicks than a steven segal

(boyaaa!) peep this

From tha unforgiven mask murderer

Handcuffing tha m-i-c

Serving niggaz like miky ds

Mo actions than jackson

U never breath again like toni braxton

When Im maxing

Shooting rhymes like john paxson

And dont forget

Tha lights on tha carmera

So I lick em

Stick em

Did em

Dun em

Get mo mellow than I trail em

To tha darkside

And make em evacuate wit tha sickness

Killin my fatal flow wit tha quickness

Ugh!

U really dont wanna see me and my flow

(u dont wanna see me, u dont wanna see me) cuz I can play it like

Casper

Get real

Then Im ghost

All I want to know

Fool!

Can u feel it?

Nigga!

(can u feel it baby? )

Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah

(can u feel it baby? )

Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah

(I want to know)

(can u feel it baby? )

Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah

(can u feel it baby? )

Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah

(I want to know)

Verse 2: e-40

Uuhh!/

Nigga who tha fuck u talkin to?

Talkin ya ass muthafucka

Us got no clue

Ill be your huckleberry (huckleberry)

Tha black

I fill me mildow wit my

Serial number scratch off must be a throw away

Muthafuckaz expect me to come soft

But fool Im here to stay

(gunshots)

Blow, bllaarraah, muthafuckaz, blastmuthafuckaz

(gunshots end)

Release tha tec

No chop to tha bank

Its hot

No rock n jock

U big bullies get turned to semi automactics

Get too of full ass

I like tha times wit my social thugs

Stay away from tha

Brushing up on my shooting skillz

Charge of property land

Aiming at coke bottle and aluminuim can

Walkin around this muthafucka wit ya lips

Closed out

Fools know wut Im about

Muthafuck u!

(can u feel it baby? )

Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah

(can u feel it baby? )

Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah

(I want to know)

(can u feel it baby? )

Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah

(can u feel it baby? )

Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah

(I want to know)

Verse 3: spice-1

A whu, a whu

A 1-2-3

Its tha muthafuckin killa

Bailin up out tha caddy

Wit tha inferred up on my milla

See ya muthafuckin head up

Wit this muthafuckin in his mouth

Creepin up in ya fuckin house

Leave ya brain on tha couch

Just some g shit

From some niggaz

Who really dont give a fuck

1990-sick up on this album all u bitches duck

Bbllaawwhhh!

Triple gold knack off

Be holdin my tire on

Fuckin wit tha alcohol, tobacco and tha firearm

My nigga e-4-0

Double jeff

And kyoz

U way off

Hoes like a fro

And u gunn stay soft

Thats why Im pickin on ya ass

Ya fony nigga

East bay gangstaz for life

Str8 1-8-7 killaz

Talkin:

Bbllaawwhh!

Yeah man

We just take em got em

Put tha barrol in they mouth and just bbllaawwhh!

Man

Just takin muthafuckin grims out they mouth

Cuz really dont give a fuck

Bbllaawwh!!!!

(can u feel it baby? )

Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah

(can u feel it baby? )

Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah

(I want to know)

(can u feel it baby? )

Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah

(can u feel it baby? )

Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah

(I want to know)

(chorus to fade)