Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Can't Feel My Face , by - Juelz Santana. Release date: 10.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Can't Feel My Face |
| Face numb, taste some |
| Fiends come back for this here |
| And one like the ball players |
| Everything I cook come back and some |
| I’m a boss player |
| I cook good make it look good, damn straight |
| Put coke in the pot, take out pancakes |
| Double stacks, triple stacks, why not? |
| I got that syrup too, just call me iHop |
| Yes, I been involved with killas |
| You know, cold hearted niggas, narcotic dealers |
| Yes, you ever seen a chick straight from Colombia |
| Shit dope out, clean it, taste it in front of ya |
| But the dope flow was slow in my area |
| The coke flow was woah in my area |
| And woah meant dough in my area |
| You know I sold that woah like woah in my area, woah |
| (?), po po in my area |
| Gotta get low from my area |
| What I do? |
| I gave a chick a BBT |
| A brick and a bus ticket then she meets me (where?) |
| New town, same plan, shut it down |
| New grounds, same land Columbus found |
| American dreams, American fiends |
| I got to get money by any American means |
| Now that’s an American Idol |
| Hustla, soldier bearing his rifle when the wars on |
| Well the wars on, call off backup |
| 'Fore all y’all wind up all gone |
| BLOCKA! |
| The four long leave big holes |
| The size of windows doctors can’t stitch closed |
| I get this cake, get it straight |
| I pick up 2 bricks a day that’s what I call lifting weights |
| All while tryna dodge prison gates |
| I refuse to get caught be a number of the state |
| I’m trynna have a number every state |
| And a place I can lay when I come through every state |
| I’m straight |
| Got it down packed, pack down shorty |
| You late, still using that black ground coffee |
| My car smelling like mustard |
| That ain’t what I ate boy that’s just how I smuggle it |
| Buss it |
| Got 2 bricks in the front, 2 bricks in the back |
| Thats four bricks riding with me in this Cadillac |
| But, I’m more of an out of town nigga |
| Long as I know some out of town niggas I’m good there |
| Yea, I don’t wait for paper I locate the paper |
| Then go chase the paper, there I go |
| Stay focused any place I’m strapped in |
| Cause niggas get killed for delayed reactions |
| So one late reaction you’ll be laid and packed in |
| That casket … |