Casual - Feelin' My sh** lyrics

[Hook 1 - Casual] The Neptunes, them n***as feel my sh** Kanye, n***a feel my sh** Biggie Smalls, he used to love my sh** And all the others used to say, "this blood can spit" Outkast, they feel my sh** Dave Banner, he feel my sh** E-40, he love my sh** And all the others say (yeah!), "blood can spit" [Verse 1 - Casual] Buh uh, ladies and gents, the Mercedes, the Benz I get 80 percent of a major event Better go, better go let it go, I set it for yo, pathetic flow You don't know what you headed for (huh!) From no riches to breaking down blunts with b**hes And funny n***as still act like they want the business While you better make a run for the gun store You know me as god's child setting your soul free The poverty stricken, Wallabee kicking, top quality spitting Make them all holler "he hitting" (huh!) I get lustful over the knowledge I desire so I expect of my women what a college may require Well-trained (huh!) Impalas by the fire So when I come around, acknowledge that I'm fly-er (huh!) I'm the west coast rapper with the best flow And who gon' protest that? I'm too fresh [Hook 2 - Casual] Self Scientific, them n***as feel my sh** Slum Village, them n***as love my sh** Keek the Sneak, the n***a love my sh** And all the others say "this blood can spit" MF Doom, the n***a feelin my sh** Eminem (yeah!), the n***a love my sh** Snoop Dogg, the n***a feel my sh** And all others say "this cuz can spit" [Verse 2 - Casual] That a way! in Manhattan at a matinee Michigan, with a chick again, Alize Let's go to Mexico, checks to blow Off that, very special, the extra o We off to Miami, with my family And I give you the business while sipping the privelage Then scoop to East Oakland where all my n***as hear me Light green smoke then sipping on remy It's on me, cash, and Dame Dash Sipping on army with b**hes on Harleys Or esaurito with my good friend del And all we ever drink is white zinfindel Now check it out [Hook 3] n***as feelin' my sh** Com(mon) Sense (yeah!), my n***a feelin' my sh** 50 Cent (uh huh!), my n***a love my sh** And all the others say, "this blood can spit" Cee-Lo (huh!), n***a feelin' my sh** Mobb Deep (yep!), them n***as feelin' my sh** Lil' Jon (huh!), your boy love my sh** And all the others say, "this blood can spit"