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spice 1 – can u feel it lyrics

featuring e 40 & young kyoz

chorus:
uuuuugggghhhhh yeah
(can u feel it baby?)
uuuuugggghhhhh yeah
(can u feel it baby?)
uuuuugggghhhhh yeah
(i want to know)

verse 1: young kyoz
here i come steppin’
tha murder weapon
cappin’ off safety
keep one in tha chamber
n-gg-
your life is in danger
(boyowh!) call me cuz i’m floating cross
tha river droppin g sh-t
wit mo’ kicks than a steven segal
(boyaaa!) peep this
from tha unforgiven mask murderer
handcuffing tha m-i-c
serving n-gg-z like miky d’s
mo’ action’s than jackson
u never breath again like toni braxton
when i’m maxing
shooting rhymes like john paxson
and don’t forget
tha lights on tha carmera
so i lick ’em
stick ’em
did ’em
dun ’em
get mo’ mellow than i trail ’em
to tha darkside
and make ’em evacuate wit tha sickness
killin’ my fatal flow wit tha quickness
ugh!
u really don’t wanna see me and my flow
(u don’t wanna see me, u don’t wanna see me) cuz i can play it like
casper
get real
then i’m ghost
all i want to know
fool!
can u feel it?
n-gg-!

(can u feel it baby?)
uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah
(can u feel it baby?)
uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah
(i want to know)
(can u feel it baby?)
uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah
(can u feel it baby?)
uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah
(i want to know)

verse 2: e-40
uuhh!/
n-gg- who tha f-ck u talkin to?
talkin ya -ss m-th-f-cka
u’s got no clue
i’ll be your huckleberry (huckleberry)
tha black
i fill me mildow wit my
serial number scratch off must be a throw away
m-th-f-ckaz expect me to come soft
but fool i’m here to stay
(gunshots)
blow, bllaarraah, m-th-f-ckaz, blastm-th-f-ckaz
(gunshots end)
release tha tec
no chop to tha bank
it’s hot
no rock n jock
u big bullies get turned to semi automactics
get too of full -ss
i like tha times wit my social thugs
stay away from tha
brushing up on my shooting skillz
charge of property land
aiming at c-ke bottle and aluminuim can
walkin’ around this m-th-f-cka wit ya lips
closed out
fools know wut i’m about
m-th-f-ck u!

verse 3: spice-1
a whu, a whu
a 1-2-3
it’s tha m-th-f-ckin’ killa
bailin’ up out tha caddy
wit tha inferred up on my milla
see ya m-th-f-ckin’ head up
wit this m-th-f-ckin’ in his mouth
creepin’ up in ya f-ckin’ house
leave ya brain on tha couch
just some g sh-t
from some n-gg-z
who really don’t give a f-ck
1990-sick up on this alb-m all u b-tches duck
bbllaawwhhh!
triple gold knack off
be holdin my tire on
f-ckin’ wit tha alcohol, tobacco and tha firearm
my n-gg- e-4-0
double jeff
and kyoz
u way off
hoes like a fro
and u gunn stay soft
that’s why i’m pickin’ on ya -ss
ya fony n-gg-
east bay gangstaz for life
str8 1-8-7 killaz

talkin’:
bbllaawwhh!
yeah man
we just take em got em
put tha barrol in they mouth and just bbllaawwhh!
man
just takin’ m-th-f-ckin’ grims out they mouth
cuz really don’t give a f-ck
bbllaawwh!

(chorus to fade

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