Teddy Riley - Feel It lyrics

1 - Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it? [Teddy Riley] It's makin' me hot, it's makin' me hot It's makin' me hot, yo, yo Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it? [Teddy Riley] It's makin' me hot, it's makin' me hot It's makin' me hot, yo, yo [Charlie] Uh uh uh Wanna test my waters? Step in Hot, no question, what? Interested? Chick blessed in drop No less than sick flows Tell me who the best in ill pitch, ill b**h, hit it Cats know I deliver blows, k** hits k** the light switch, I'm barkin' in my CB Tight chick with charts in mind Hearts in my actress Better address me with status Ms. and Misses, ya'll who's and what's Came in viscious Everything I touch, ya'll wanna get it Cats wanna hit it, hide when I spit it What ya'll do? Did it. Wanna get it? Wanna get rich, I'mma show you money Now you want a hot chick, gotta throw your money Why you wanna hate me, I don't know you money Ya'll cats got late fee's, I don't owe you money Ya'll quick to wild out and just blow your money Should it stash high, burnin' flashlight Girls need to know if you're stuck for money Cats get sheisty, I might duck for money Let 'em know, you ain't gettin' buck for money And tall slick, I bank ten and front for money, what Repeat 1 Yo, yo, yo, yo Feel me come through hard so ya'll hear me Turn back? Never, rap vendetta Each letter clever for that cheddar Ball in cold weather, mink on the sweater Don't speak to Heather Only fly lady certified Indy, the rest gotta pay me Chuck get shady, cats try to play me Waggin' Mercedes Benz for the lady Me that, so he that, where the keys at? Ride through, slide through for feedback Like damn, she ballin', damn she that chick Damn, she tall and, damn she got hits Damn, she mad cool, damn she been chillin' Damn, mad j**els, damn she be spillin' Trust, we gon' all ball love ya Pop bubbly, I'mma make ya'll love me, uh Repeat 1 Yo, yo Just warmin' up, chilled the whole song Ya'll feel it yet? k**ed the whole song Haters game raw, ain't nothin' pretty Bank head strong so checkbook pretty Reach the wrong city, crooked schemes Counterfeit fifty's, crooked seams Now I play scenes Genuine dollars, genuine presents, genuine ballers Stay real stack's back's you faces Back to basics, flip rhyme ba**es Chuck goin' lace it, ya'll gon' taste it Fresh new face, did it mark my spot Mark my "X", park my Lex, watch be 'Lex Face forgets n***a, lay some s** Flow dough from b**h to hoe, flip the do' Flip the scripts, switch from hoe to b**h, n***a Repeat 1 until fade