Текст песни Spice 1 - Can U Feel It
Spice 1 - Can U Feel It слова 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 kyozHere I come steppinTha murder weaponCappin off safetyKeep one in tha chamberNiggaYour life is in danger(boyowh!) call me <? ? ? > cuz Im floating crossTha river droppin g shitWit mo kicks than a steven segal(boyaaa!) peep thisFrom tha unforgiven mask murdererHandcuffing tha m-i-cServing niggaz like miky dsMo actions than jacksonU never breath again like toni braxtonWhen Im maxingShooting rhymes like john paxsonAnd dont forgetTha lights on tha carmeraSo I lick emStick emDid emDun emGet mo mellow than I trail emTo tha darksideAnd make em evacuate wit tha sicknessKillin my fatal flow wit tha quicknessUgh!U really dont wanna see me and my flow(u dont wanna see me, u dont wanna see me) cuz I can play it likeCasperGet realThen Im ghostAll I want to knowFool!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-40Uuhh!/<? ? ? >Nigga who tha fuck u talkin to? Talkin ya ass muthafuckaUs got no clueIll be your huckleberry (huckleberry)Tha black <? ? ? >I fill me mildow wit my <? ? ? >Serial number scratch off must be a throw awayMuthafuckaz expect me to come softBut fool Im here to stay(gunshots)Blow, bllaarraah, muthafuckaz, blastmuthafuckaz(gunshots end)Release tha tecNo chop to tha bankIts hotNo rock n jockU big bullies get turned to semi automacticsGet too of full assI like tha times wit my social thugsStay away from tha <? ? ? >Brushing up on my shooting skillzCharge of property landAiming at <? ? ? > coke bottle and aluminuim canWalkin around this muthafucka wit ya lipsClosed outFools know wut Im aboutMuthafuck 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-1A whu, a whuA 1-2-3Its tha muthafuckin killaBailin up out tha caddyWit tha inferred up on my millaSee ya muthafuckin head upWit this muthafuckin <? ? ? > in his mouthCreepin up in ya fuckin houseLeave ya brain on tha couchJust some g shitFrom some niggazWho really dont give a fuck1990-sick up on this album all u bitches duckBbllaawwhhh!Triple gold knack offBe holdin my tire onFuckin wit tha alcohol, tobacco and tha firearmMy nigga e-4-0Double jeffAnd kyozU way offHoes like a froAnd u gunn stay softThats why Im pickin on ya assYa fony niggaEast bay gangstaz for lifeStr8 1-8-7 killazTalkin:Bbllaawwhh!Yeah manWe just take em got emPut tha barrol in they mouth and just bbllaawwhh!ManJust takin muthafuckin grims out they mouthCuz really dont give a fuckBbllaawwh!!!!(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)