Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can You Handle It, artist - Heavy D. Album song Waterbed Hev, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Can You Handle It |
Herb McGruff, no doubt |
Ladies and gentlemen, Dat Nigga Daz |
Who you are son, blow you away to smithereens |
At war like 50 marines against the Phillipines |
What a team we are, my vision only runs far |
Beyond the moon, Jupiter, Mars, the stars |
when I speak, watch out when the homey creep |
Verbally you heard my name throughout the street |
Watch out where you hang homey, be careful where you hang out |
No doubt, I’m about my cash, and all about my clout |
Yeah now speak on it, cousin who want it, talk to me Heav’Diggy, niggy be jiggy, Gruff you wit me? |
(yeah) |
All up in yo’frame, Pretty Tone type game, now listen |
I know this sunny who be lifty off Henny |
Lovin be good’n’plenty, when she sippin on Remy |
Not many like me, I like when you do, what you do to excite me, it’s all about you, then it’s all about you |
Since you our love child, the stallion of style |
You live foul when on the prowl I kidnap the crowd |
The raw rough, rugged enough to call bluffs |
Ladies try lockin niggaz down like cuffs |
It’s off the heezy, girl I like my hair peasy |
(Touch me, tease me) Girl take it easy |
I hits the spizzy with Heav’Dizzy and Young Daz |
You’re too young to last wit’cha pretty young ass |
Just thought I’d let you know what you’re feeling babe |
Can you handle it — can you handle it? |
Do you know what you’re dealing with? |
Can you handle it — can you handle it? |
Yeah, yo knick knack paddywhack give a Dogg a Pound |
Glass of champagne, mix some hydro with brown |
Lyrical outlaw, write my rhymes southpaw |
Poppin shit, niggaz get punched in they mouth for |
McGruff the Crime Hound, droppin the nine sound |
From New York to out of town be knockin them dimes down |
This is how we do it in the N.Y.C. |
All we really love is controversy |
I heard you plottin on my pockets |
All this barbershop talk y’all be doin, niggaz stop it You ain’t hurtin nuttin you frontin, runnin 'round here like you real |
Then tell me how you feel when you get yo’cap pealed |
(You know the deal) Why you wanna front on me? |
This ain’t nuttin new to me, nuttin you can do me Shorties dey be true to me, this big fella, high yellow complexion |
East coast, West coast connection |
I’m just — posted, toastin up, sippin on a shake |
All the moves you make, e’ry step you take |
Get you all alone and bend you 'til you break |
Wait then give you back to the cat in the cake |
Nah I ain’t a sucker, I’m all about my papes |
Just cause you caught the vapes and tryin to hang like drapes |
Mess around and get your feelings crushed like grapes |
I give it all it takes to shake just like quakes |
Herb McGruff, Heav’D, Dogg Pound creation |
Bet’chu this sound here gon’bump around the nation |
Hear it on your radio station |
Turn up your stereos, keep your blunts blazin — amazin |
One love to the Harlem Foundation |
We be gettin down, you can tell my town nathin |
about money makin, tired of all these clown niggaz fakin |
Uptown and Dogg Pound will keep the ground shakin |
This is how we roll when I’m comin through ya town |
You lovin how it sound, cause we be gettin down |
You can find me at the bar, puffin on cigar |
Preferably Cuban or, sippin Evian |
he the Don — the Don, officially |
All the honies want me when they see me initially |
One by one I take 'em all individually |
And if it’s goin down then we doin it collectively |