E-40 - Can You Feel It? lyrics

[Featuring: B-Legit] 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 ***** Youre life is in danger (boyowh!) call me noah cause Im 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 ds Mo actions than Jackson You never breth again like Toni Braxton When Im maxing Shooting rhymes like John Paxton And dont 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 k**in my fatal flow with tha quickness Ugh! You relly dont wanna see me and my flow (you dont wanna see me, you dont wanna see me) cause I can play it like Casper Get real and Then Im 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!? ***** who tha **** you talkin to? Talkin yo *** mutha****a Yous got no clue Ill be your huckleberry (huckleberry) Tha black doc holiday I dos me? with my stainless steel plates Serial number scratch off must be a throw away Mutha****az expect me to come soft But fool Im here to stay (gunshots) Blow, bllaarraah, muth****az, blast mutha****ers (gunshots end) Release tha tec No chop to tha bank Its 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 sk**z Private property land Aiming at acorns coke bottles and aluminum cans Walkin around this mutha****a with ya lips Closed out Fools know wut Im 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 A 1-2-3 Its tha motha****in k**a 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 dont give a **** 1990-sick up on this album all you snitches duck Blaw! Triple gold knack off Be holdin my tire on ****in with tha alcohol, tobacco and tha firearm My ***** e-4-0 Double jeff And kyoz You way off And hoes like a fro You gunn stay soft Thats why Im pickin on ya *** Ya phony ***** East bay gangstas for life Str8 1-8-7 k**as 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 dont 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)