Feel Me lyrics

Artist  : W.c. 
Song : Feel Me



 Send "Feel Me" Ringtone to your Cell 

 

(I wanna know do you feel it

Let me know do you feel it

Do you feel it)            --> Ohio
Players

Make ya feel me

I'm with this right here

Hey yo Toones, turn my headphones up

Turn em up nigga

I can't hear shit

Fuck them muthafuckas

Fuck that nigga

I'm in this muthafucka

Yeah nigga, right here

[ VERSE 1: WC ]

Freeze, nobody move, hands up

This ain't no muthafuckin game, niggas is gettin
stuck

So uhm (uhm) get yo ass ready for the big beat
bangin

(What?) dick danglin, pants saggin

Rank slangin while Toones spin the records

Going back, back, forth and back

It's that local janky-ass junkyard funk
kickin

Purse-snatchin car-jackin Ripple-sippin

187, with the world I got beef

And I don't wanna hear no talk about peace

Cause I been lied to, cheated, dissed and
mistreated

A victim of a sodomy to this record industry

So now it's on to the fullest, so get the
bullets

Cause that's the only way y'all gon' stop me when
I do this

Like ping, ba-ba-bam, straight to your jaw, fuck
seein me

In '95 I'ma make sure you cowards feel me

[ CHORUS ]

(I wanna know do you feel it

Let me know do you feel it

Do you feel it)        

(Fo' hoppin, ass droppin)  --> Ice
Cube

(I wanna know do you feel it

Let me know do you feel it

Do you feel it)        

(Fo' hoppin, ass droppin)

[ VERSE 2 ]

Feel me, feel me while I dip through your
hood

Just mobbin and squabbin cause we up to no
good

(No good) I got a MAAD-ass Circle full of
gees

Rollin treys and fo's and El Caminos on D's

( ? ) with the ( ? ) amps

Bendin the corner as I floss all my Zeniths slide
across

Lookin for my competition, if any

I'm burnin rappers like ( ? ) mama burned
Penny

But this ain't _Good Times_, it's nothin but hard
times

And where I'm from, we kick nothin but rough
rhymes

The M-A-A-D C-i-r-c-l-e

Slingshot khakis and a pair of wallabees

Three braids in my beard represents the year

Of another LP for those chose to sleep

Best to wake up, recognize, I comes with the
real, Dub C

Doin dirt to make sure you muthafuckas feel
me

[ CHORUS ]

[ VERSE 3 ]

Last verse, now how should I come with the
wickedness?

Now I got you noddin to my bassline riff

Goin bump-bump-bump, the guitar strums

As I beat you down with the drums

The lyrical night stalker, still payin dues

And this year I'm servin many and anything that
moves

So which one of y'all wanna run up

And be the first to get your whole dome ( ? )

Fool, I'm makin noise like a Glock on your
block

When I drop, ever since I popped it don't
stop

And even if I stut-stu-tu-stuttered over the
beat

I still can catch wreck, so don't try to
compete

( ? ) amateurs best to play the back

Or fuck around and get that ass rocked and rolled
up like Anthrax

This ain't no joke dudes, I pray for my enemy

(I pray for em) Lord have mercy when they feel
me

[ CHORUS ]

( *adlibs* )

( *DJ Crazy Toones scratches* )