Feel Me Lyrics - Singles - Big Moe

Uh, it's Noke D baby, in here with Twin & Gwin 

K-Luv nah, I'm talkin' 'bout, it's 2002 

What y'all gon do? Keep it real gangsta 

Man, it's been a long time comin' 

Wave ya hands if ya feel me, drop ya top and keep it real, yeah 

Wave ya hands if ya feel me, drop ya top and keep it real, yeah 

Now, if you keep it real, lil' ma go on, put ya hands up 

I just need some scrilla, ma go on, pull ya pants up 

Now, you can stand up or you can drop down 

Open up wide, lil' mama say, ey 

Now, I know you throwed dime piece fa sho' 

When we talkin' now, I see ya tongue ring glow 

And you not like them other lil' boppaz 

You kinda throwed you can break us off proper 

Ain't no trippin' wit you 'cause I like what we do 

It's always somethin' new, that is why you gotta 

Wave ya hands if ya feel me, drop ya top and keep it real, yeah 

Wave ya hands if ya feel me, drop ya top and keep it real, yeah 

If you keepin' it real, go on, raise ya hands up 

South Selia fellas, go on, raise ya dress up 

Let ya candle dance in one stance 

Turn up yo sound, let your system enhance 

Now, ya know we throwed playas, don't save hoes 

Candy on chrome, pop trunk on glow 

Crawlin' like a gator on the dark now 

Ya know I gotta pint pointed in a Sprite 

Ain't no talking to the laws, the laws can kiss my balls 

Don't do the speed limit when I crawl 

If ya know what I'm talkin' about y'all 

Wave ya hands if ya feel me, drop ya top and keep it real, yeah 

Wave ya hands if ya feel me, drop ya top and keep it real, yeah 

Lemme tell ya how it feel when ya droppin' ya top 

Pullin' up at Exxon and ya watchin' 'em bop 

Makin' it hop, bringin' it not 

Pullin' through the Cairo with a bad hoe drippin' ya knot 

Grabbin' the glock 'cause sometimes boys be hatin' 

Mad when they see young K-Luv skatin' 

Down to get my cake, baby with the top reclined 

Casey in the 4-door with the dot to yo spine 

Toon expedition, we ain't playin' no games 

We gon' park the 6, so we can floss the range 

40 inch chain, so my piece can hang 

Ball Kappa tennis shoes is a everyday thing 

Purple stuff up in our cup we drank 

While sippin' on a gallon, here's the tap we crank 

Bodies feelin' good from the X we take 

And pockets filled up from the mission we bring 

Chunk that deuce in the air 

Body rock with the H-town mayor 

If you beatin' ya block and got hops on ya drop 

Put ya middle fingers up in the air 

I just want you to raise ya hands up high 

Let me see 'em, player wave 'em left to right 

I just want you to drop ya top on yo ride 

Man, it's sparklin' inside, it's goin' down tonight