Testo Can u feel it Spice 1

Can u feel it

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)