Featuring e 40 and young kyoz
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 steppinand'
Tha murder weapon
Cappinand' off safety
Keep one in tha chamber
Nigga
Your life is in danger
(boyowh!) call me cuz iand'm floating cross
Tha river droppin g shit
Wit moand' kicks than a steven segal
(boyaaa!) peep this
From tha unforgiven mask murderer
Handcuffing tha m-i-c
Serving niggaz like miky dand's
Moand' actionand's than jackson
U never breath again like toni braxton
When iand'm maxing
Shooting rhymes like john paxson
And donand't forget
Tha lights on tha carmera
So i lick and'em
Stick and'em
Did and'em
Dun and'em
Get moand' mellow than i trail and'em
To tha darkside
And make and'em evacuate wit tha sickness
Killinand' my fatal flow wit tha quickness
Ugh!
U really donand't wanna see me and my flow
(u donand't wanna see me, u donand't wanna see me) cuz i can play it like
Casper
Get real
Then iand'm 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
Uand's got no clue
Iand'll 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 iand'm here to stay
(gunshots)
Blow, bllaarraah, muthafuckaz, blastmuthafuckaz
(gunshots end)
Release tha tec
No chop to tha bank
Itand's 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
Walkinand' around this muthafucka wit ya lips
Closed out
Fools know wut iand'm 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
Itand's tha muthafuckinand' killa
Bailinand' up out tha caddy
Wit tha inferred up on my milla
See ya muthafuckinand' head up
Wit this muthafuckinand' in his mouth
Creepinand' up in ya fuckinand' house
Leave ya brain on tha couch
Just some g shit
From some niggaz
Who really donand't give a fuck
1990-sick up on this album all u bitches duck
Bbllaawwhhh!
Triple gold knack off
Be holdin my tire on
Fuckinand' 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
Thatand's why iand'm pickinand' on ya ass
Ya fony nigga
East bay gangstaz for life
Str8 1-8-7 killaz
Talkinand':
Bbllaawwhh!
Yeah man
We just take em got em
Put tha barrol in they mouth and just bbllaawwhh!
Man
Just takinand' muthafuckinand' grims out they mouth
Cuz really donand't 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)
