Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Can You Feel It , by - Spice 1. Song from the album 1990 - Sick, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 14.06.1995
Record label: Thug World
Song language: English
Can You Feel It |
| Ugh, yeah |
| (can you feel it baby?) |
| Ugh, yeah |
| (can you feel it baby?) |
| Ugh, yeah |
| (I want to know) |
| Tha murder weapon |
| Cappin' off safety |
| Keep one in tha chamber |
| You’re life is in danger |
| (boyowh!) call me noah ‘cause I’m floating cross |
| Tha river droppin' g **** |
| With mo' locls than a Steven Segal |
| (boyaaa!) peep this |
| From tha unforgiven mask murderer |
| Handcuffing tha m-i-c |
| Serving *****s like milky d’s |
| Mo' action’s than Jackson |
| You never breth again like Toni Braxton |
| When I’m maxing |
| Shooting rhymes like John Paxton |
| And don’t forget |
| Tha lights on tha camera |
| So I lick ‘em |
| Stick ‘em |
| Did ‘em |
| Dun ‘em |
| Get mo' mellow than I trail ‘em |
| To tha darkside |
| And make ‘em evacuate with tha swiftness |
| Killin' my fatal flow with tha quickness |
| Ugh! |
| You relly don’t wanna see me and my flow |
| (you don’t wanna see me, you don’t wanna see me) |
| ‘cause I can play it like |
| Casper |
| Get real and |
| Then I’m ghost |
| All I want to know |
| Fool! |
| Can you feel it? |
| (can you feel it baby?) |
| Ugh, yeah |
| (can you feel it baby?) |
| Ugh, yeah |
| (I want to know) |
| (can you feel it baby?) |
| Ugh, yeah |
| (can you feel it baby?) |
| Ugh, yeah |
| (I want to know) |
| Uuh?! |
| Talkin' yo *** mutha****a' |
| You’s got no clue |
| I’ll be your huckleberry (huckleberry) |
| Tha black doc holiday |
| I do’s me? |
| with my stainless steel plates |
| Serial number scratch off must be a throw away |
| Mutha****az expect me to come soft |
| But fool I’m here to stay |
| (gunshots) |
| Blow, bllaarraah, muth****az, blast mutha****ers |
| (gunshots end) |
| Release tha tec |
| No chop to tha bank |
| It’s hot |
| No rock ‘n' jock |
| You big bullies done turned a semi automatic |
| Into a fully |
| I like tha times with my social thugs |
| Stay away from tha |
| Brushing up on my shooting skillz |
| Private property land |
| Aiming at acorns coke bottles and aluminum cans |
| Walkin' around this mutha****a with ya lips |
| Closed out |
| Fools know wut I’m about |
| Mutha**** you! |
| (can you feel it baby?) |
| Ugh, yeah |
| (can you feel it baby?) |
| Ugh, yeah |
| (I want to know) |
| (can you feel it baby?) |
| Ugh, yeah |
| (can you feel it baby?) |
| Ugh, yeah |
| (I want to know) |
| Verse 3: spice-1 |
| A whu, a whu |
| It’s tha motha****in' killa |
| Bailin' up out tha caddy |
| With tha infrared up on my milla |
| Meet ya motha****in' head up |
| With the barrel up in his mouth |
| Creepin' up in ya ****in' house |
| Leave ya brain on tha couch |
| Just some sick **** |
| From some *****s |
| Who really don’t give a **** |
| 1990-sick up on this album all you snitches duck |
| Blaw! |
| Triple gold knack off |
| Be holdin my tire on |
| My ***** e-4−0 |
| Double jeff |
| And kyoz |
| You way off |
| And hoes like a fro |
| You gunn stay soft |
| That’s why I’m pickin' on ya *** |
| Ya phony ***** |
| East bay gangstas for life |
| Str8 1−8-7 killas |
| Blaw! |
| Yeah man |
| We just take ‘em got ‘em |
| Put tha barrel in they mouth and just blaw! |
| Man |
| Just takin' motha****in' brains out like that |
| ‘cause really don’t give a **** |
| Blaw! |
| (can you feel it baby?) |
| Ugh, yeah |
| (can you feel it baby?) |
| Ugh, yeah |
| (I want to know) |
| (can you feel it baby?) |
| Ugh, yeah |
| (can you feel it baby?) |
| Ugh, yeah |
| (I want to know) |