Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blackstreet Intro/ Can You Feel Me , by - Blackstreet. Release date: 31.12.2008
Song language: English
Blackstreet Intro/ Can You Feel Me |
| One morning, I came across a star |
| Trying to find her way back home |
| As the day changed, it rained |
| And she said |
| Just look into the water |
| There’s no better place to be, uh huh |
| It will take you to that Blackstreet |
| Where things change |
| It’s nothing bad, it’s nothing better |
| Ohhh, Blackstreet |
| Take me there (Take me there) |
| Take me there (Take me there) |
| I wanna go, I’ve gotta go, I |
| Take me there (Take me there) |
| Take me there (Take me there) |
| Can you take me there? |
| Welcome to Blackstreet |
| Feel this |
| Twelve cars, mansion, beautiful kids |
| Fly life, my life |
| Wanna be here to see it on tv |
| Listen to my cd easily |
| Dough flow, blow, do the show, all across the globe |
| Lotta carats in my earlobe, chillin' 20 million |
| Wanna jam with my ghetto’s blackstreet heros |
| Do they thing, whatcha got? |
| New jack swing, teddy stay ready |
| Deadly on the remix |
| I’m the prefix and suffix, got enough chips |
| Not enough hits though, don’t get it twisted |
| Over a hundred of mine listed, why? |
| K-sick widdows and six zeroes in the blink of a eye |
| In the game I’m ahead of, spread love, call my fleet |
| When I break bread, we all’ll eat |
| That’s how we play from motown to va |
| T.r., mad pr, cuban cigar, never illegal |
| None of y’all equal, peek-a-boo, I see you |
| Now I’ll leave you with just a little sneak preview |
| You know how we do, music for the people |
| 1 — got to give the people |
| Give the people what they want |
| Want ch’all to feel this |
| Get near this, hear this |
| It’s the realist |
| Gotta give what the people |
| Give the people what they want |
| Want cha’ll to feel this |
| Get near this, hear this |
| It’s the realist |
| See black, markell, future sound cartel |
| Soon as we dropped the stock fell |
| Look, better hooks than ali |
| Give more nightmares than rakim |
| G-rock to whom I sell records, you don’t |
| Check my steez, invest my g’s, adjust that beats’s |
| Golddiggers wanna caress my cheek |
| See me flow, battle free g, ceo yo |
| That’ll be me, why y’all hate to work |
| I read every line of the paperwork |
| That’s my job, 'till it’s all done |
| Corn on the cob, mc’s it ain’t all fun |
| You might flow to sick 'cause it really quickest |
| But you stay booked forever 'cause you don’t know the business |