Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can You Feel Me, artist - Lil Keke. Album song Don't Mess Wit Texas, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.06.1997
Record label: Seven 13
Song language: English
Can You Feel Me |
Peep game |
Trials and Tribulations, Different Situations |
It’s all in the game, you gotta feel me, know what I’m sayin', My nigga Fat Pat |
in the house… |
But for right now, Al-D representin'… |
Now Mama said I grew up just too rough, and I’ll never forget the first time a |
brotha got handcuffed |
Hardheaded no denying, and it hurt me so bad when mama started crying |
And it just got worst in time, Cuz in The Ghetto fool, it ain’t nothing but |
crime |
Growing up in the midst of hard times G, I seen, real niggas get stranded into |
straight up fiends |
And the more I grew, more niggas got subtracted from reality and still can’t |
kick the habit |
I hung deep in the slums, where they slung rocks to come up |
Cooler than Fonzie, Cap backwards, with my thumb up |
Candy cig in my mouth, pants sagging |
Strapped with slingshots, with eight locs tagged it (?) |
Shooting windows out my neighbors home and laughed about it later on, |
on the phone |
Ughh Ughh, Yeah, Yeah, Ughh, Ughh, That’s right, That’s right… |
Can You Feel Me Now |
Yeah, Yeah, That’s right, That’s right… Come on, Come on… Can You Feel Me Now |
Yeah, Yeah, Ughh, Ughh, That’s right, That’s right, Can You Feel Me Now, |
Feel Me Now |
Fat Pat: |
Baby, Keep Ya Head Up, even though you strugglin' |
Caught Up In The Rapture, gotta keep hustlin' |
Put your faith in God, Against All Odds |
I gotta survive, It’s hard as hell, to walk a straight line |
But I put it in his hands, cuz I know that the man |
Watches over me, to make sure it goes as plan |
And I know that I’m wrong doing the things I do |
Not spending enough time with Pat number two |
But to lay it on the line, I gotta put it down |
So my son can live rich, before he turn nine |
Staying down on my grind, putting the past behind |
When haters and hoes, yeah they all talk down |
Yeah, it’s Money Over Bitches and that’s M.O.B |
Every (?) paper chasing Fat Pat and C. B |
Yeah release me to the world, so that they can see |
How I capitalized on The Game and be a G |
Ugh, Ughh, Yeah, Yeah, Ugh, Ugh, Yeah, Can You Feel Me Now? |
Feel Me Now |
Yeah, Yeah, Ugh, Ugh, That’s right, That’s right, Can You Feel Me Now? |
Feel Me Now |
Yeah, Yeah, Ugh, Ugh, That’s right, That’s right, Can You Feel Me Now? |
Feel Me Now |
Yeah, Yeah, That’s right, That’s right, Can You Feel Me Now? |
Feel Me Now |
Lil Keke: |
No kisses, No Hugs |
I was labelled a Scrub |
I pushed and shoved, For neighborhood love |
Preached out Dubs (?), played in Clubs |
Politics and Drugs, It’s a nation of thugs |
That’s love, be getting shot at |
But they never amaze me, I ain’t sick, lame, or lazy |
But stressed got me crazy |
Trials and Tribulations, Different Situations |
The chip on my shoulder, made me realize I’m older |
Got up, Got with it, cuz I had to get it |
Some chips, flip chips, and multiply my digits (?) |
It was real, wanted a deal, but nobody signed me |
But now I got the whole wide world behind me, Can you feel me? |
Ughh Ughh, Yeah, Yeah, That’s right, That’s right… Can You Feel Me Now |