Can U Feel It lyrics

Song information

Artist: Spice 1
Album: 1990 Sick

Lyrics

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 noah cuz I'm 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 d's
Mo' action's than jackson
U never breath again like toni braxton
When I'm maxing
Shooting rhymes like john paxton
And don't 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 swiftness
Killin' my fatal flow wit tha quickness
Ugh!
U really don't wanna see me and my flow
(U don't wanna see me, u don't wanna see me) cuz I can play it like
Casper
Get real and
Then I'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 yo ass muthafucka
U's got no clue
I'll be your huckleberry (huckleberry)
Tha black doc holiday
I do's me <?> wit my stainless steel plates
Serial number scratch off must be a throw away
Muthafuckaz expect me to come soft
But fool I'm here to stay
(Gunshots)
Blow, bllaarraah, muthafuckaz, blastmuthafuckaz
(Gunshots end)
Release tha tec
No chop to tha bank
It's hot
No rock n jock
U big bullies done turned a semi automatic
Into a fully
I like tha times wit my social thugs
Stay away from tha <???>
Brushing up on my shooting skillz
Private property land
Aiming at acorns coke bottles and aluminum cans
Walkin' around this muthafucka wit ya lips
Closed out
Fools know wut I'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
It's tha muthafuckin' killa
Bailin' up out tha caddy
Wit tha infrared up on my milla
Meet ya muthafuckin' head up
Wit the barrel up in his mouth
Creepin' up in ya fuckin' house
Leave ya brain on tha couch
Just some sick shit
From some niggaz
Who really don't give a fuck
1990-Sick up on this album all u snitches 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
And hoes like a fro
U gunn stay soft
That's why I'm pickin' on ya ass
Ya phony nigga
East bay gangstaz for life
Str8 1-8-7 killaz

Talkin':
Bbllaawwhh!
Yeah man
We just take em got em
Put tha barrel in they mouth and just bbllaawwhh!
Man
Just takin' muthafuckin' brains out like that
Cuz really don'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)