Can You Fell It?
E-40
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Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
I got a plastic medicine container of that Afghani
Raw rolling papers, no chemicals, no bleach
I'm about to be in there, to the point where I'ma blur my speech
After I finish this liter of 'gnac and blow this eighth of kief
Maddish, don't bother me or I'll pop ya
With these 5.56s bust your medulla oblongata
That'll stop ya, bootin' you up real proper
Spin you around like the propellers on a Hisnella-copter
My name ain't Harry, but I'm a Potter
My mouth hella dry, I need some water
One day I know I'ma die, forgive me, Father
But I'm living for now, forget tomorrow
I'm a product of my environment, so I ain't thinking about retirement
I'ma continue to push this yay, fuck a 401k
I fuck on squaws every day and get my helmet ate
Parole violator, my agent hella be hatin'
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
I'm high as gasoline off promethazine
And my whole team, we lean in them Cut' Supremes
I keep a couple things, plus a mask or two
A.40 Glock with a dot in case I have to
I might blast through, chop it up and bounce
My little homie, he be owin' me, see, I owe an ounce
I tell him, "Catch me in the morning with your bank account
And I'll just take it off the tab when you cash me out"
I do the mass amount of numbers, I'm impeccable
And I ain't even gon' lie, I'm off them edibles
You see, my niggas come through, they buy them vegetables
And out-of-town motherfuckers need they medical
I put the work in, I get them dividends
And them Benjamins become a nigga's best friend
And everything I'm in, you know it's off the Hen'
It feel good when a real nigga win, say it then
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
"Go on and get your fuck on," that's what I told her
I don't wanna try finesse no more, y'all can have my leftovers
I ain't finna be head over heels over no broad, mane, I'm too fly
I beg my hooker for another fish to fry
See, when a dude fuck hella broads, he's a player
And when a broad fuck hella dudes, she's a slut
And you wanna know what else? You wanna know what?
If I find out that she was fuckin' on one
Of the homies, I'm fuckin' them both up
I tell bitches where I'm from to leave they feelings at home
And if they listenin', they probably ain't feelin' this song
But am I wrong? Standin' there lookin' at me crazy
I'm never fuckin' you when these other bitches pay me
Already with the baby, come on with them dollars
I'll show you where to go and then them other hoes'll follow
I'm off in my Impala, nine for the exact
I just revamped that, put them tens in the back
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?