Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Catchin Feelins , by - 2Pac. Release date: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Catchin Feelins |
| Hahaha |
| Oh yeah |
| My home boys might squabble but we don’t fall down (never) |
| Hahaha |
| Yeah |
| Huh |
| My home boys might squabble but we don’t fall down |
| Ugh |
| Yeah |
| My home boys might squabble but we don’t fall down (hey) |
| (Westside, westside) |
| Part two of the war |
| Bring it, lets do it Huhuhuh |
| Cross this nigga here |
| Now Biggie tell me who do you fear? |
| Ain’t a living soul breathing shall pump no fear here |
| My last four flashed then I mashed his ass, bastard |
| Fuck with me bet I blast your ass |
| So many follow but can’t reach me Caught in a maze |
| Catch em, mimicking my style trying to walk this way |
| Impossible my posse dropping you, we Death Row riders |
| No need to beg motherfucker ain’t no mercy inside us Feeling blessed, the richer I get the more I stress |
| Smoking lye watching time fly, waiting for death |
| Dear God I been feeling like I’m close to Jesus |
| Paranoid with my pistols close, smoking trees |
| Keep my eyes on my foes, those close to me Watching niggas catch strays, shake, choke and bleed |
| Me, a mercenary for the streets |
| Check my pedigree |
| Busting motherfuckers it’s the thug in me Now niggas talk a lotta Bad Boy shit then get to squealing |
| Bitch made catching feeling |
| Hahaha |
| Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown |
| My homeboys might squabble but we don’t fall down |
| Screaming bye bye bitches |
| Untouchable sound |
| Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town |
| Catching Feelings |
| Yeah, Napolean. |
| Picture me sipping on 1−5-1 |
| Drunk then a motherfucker |
| Dropping my gun |
| Or as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun |
| But that ain’t me Dog my minds now clear |
| And that ain’t fair dog |
| Your heart pump fear |
| In the state I *censored* |
| You better hide nigga *censored* is near |
| And you know just as well I do You ain’t no killer |
| So kill that |
| You wouldn’t kill if you had to We might wobble but we don’t fall down |
| We take the gospel from Makaveli |
| Pass it around |
| Ahhhh, shit |
| We gonna taste the power |
| We started the thug trend |
| The game is ours |
| Now we coast together |
| Put our thoughts together |
| Won’t question will we die together |
| Cause the hour is soon to come |
| Kadafi trained soldier |
| I show you how to use your gun |
| Bring it Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown |
| My homeboys might squabble but we don’t fall down |
| Screaming bye bye bitches |
| Untouchable sound |
| Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town |
| Catching Feelings |
| We Yelling |
| M — A — D — E |
| N — I — Double G Motherfuckers |
| And we here to stay |
| From curb surfing |
| We working the industry |
| You kidding me It’s really nothing to me and my king |
| You see |
| We in the big things |
| Eat a dick man |
| If your hating |
| We gone ride |
| 'Till the wheels fall off |
| Pay attention |
| Screaming |
| Bye bye bitches |
| Untouchable sound (ugh) |
| Ride or die niggas |
| And we hunting you down |
| Representing all the real niggas stuck in the trap |
| Banging out with the po po Trying to get to some mo' |
| Street life |
| Young strugglers |
| Racing the clock |
| Ain’t no telling when it all can end |
| Roll or rock |
| That’s the world |
| With feelings |
| This a mans world youngin' |
| The bitches in business |
| So learn a 'lil something |
| Hey |
| Stop running your mouth |
| You’re on the verge of squealing |
| Bitch made catching feelings |
| Nigga |
| Ugh |
| Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown |
| My homeboys might squabble but we don’t fall down |
| Screaming bye bye bitches |
| Untouchable sound |
| Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town |
| Catching Feelings |
| Everybody’s a gangsta |
| But don’t put in work |
| Instead of putting on the armor |
| Niggas put on a skirt |
| These drugs ain’t helping |
| It only making it worse |
| And the streets ain’t got nothing for me but herbs |
| I can’t trust the church or the mobs |
| I can only trust God |
| And to tell you the truth I gotta ride |
| I only roll with the real |
| Cause rolling with the fake got my loved ones killed |
| Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown |
| My homeboys might squabble but we don’t fall down |
| Screaming bye bye bitches |
| Untouchable sound |
| Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town |
| Catching Feelings |