Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Can You Handle It , by - Heavy D. Song from the album Waterbed Hev, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |