Can U Feel It Lyrics - Singles - Spice 1

Ugh, yeah 

(can you feel it baby?) 

Ugh, yeah 

(can you feel it baby?) 

Ugh, yeah 

(I want to know) 

Here I come steppin' 

Tha murder weapon 

Cappin' off safety 

Keep one in tha chamber 

Nigga 

Your life is in danger 

(boyowh!) call me noah 'cause I'm floating cross 

Tha river droppin' g shit 

With mo' kicks than a Steven Segal 

(boyaaa!) peep this 

From tha unforgiven mask murderer 

Handcuffing tha m-I-c 

Serving niggas like miky d's 

Mo' action's than jackson 

You never breath again like Toni Braxton 

When I'm maxing 

Shooting rhymes like John Paxton 

And don't forget 

Tha lights on tha camera 

So I lick 'em 

Stick 'em 

Did 'em 

Dun 'em 

Get mo' mellow than I trail 'em 

To tha darkside 

And make 'em evacuate with tha swiftness 

Killin' my fatal flow with tha quickness 

Ugh! 

You really don't wanna see me and my flow 

(you don't wanna see me, you don't wanna see me) 

'cause I can play it like 

Casper 

Get real and 

Then I'm ghost 

All I want to know 

Fool! 

Can you feel it? 

Nigga! 

(can you feel it baby?) 

Ugh, yeah 

(can you feel it baby?) 

Ugh, yeah 

(I want to know) 

(can you feel it baby?) 

Ugh, yeah 

(can you feel it baby?) 

Ugh, yeah 

(I want to know) 

Uuh! ? 

Nigga who tha fuck you talkin' to? 

Talkin' yo ass muthafucka' 

You's got no clue 

I'll be your huckleberry (huckleberry) 

Tha black doc holiday 

I do's me ? with my stainless steel plates 

Serial number scratch off must be a throw away 

Muthafuckaz expect me to come soft 

But fool I'm here to stay 

(gunshots) 

Blow, bllaarraah, muthafuckaz, blast muthafuckers 

(gunshots end) 

Release tha tec 

No chop to tha bank 

It's hot 

No rock 'n' jock 

You big bullies done turned a semi automatic 

Into a fully 

I like tha times with my social thugs 

Stay away from tha 

Brushing up on my shooting skillz 

Private property land 

Aiming at acorns coke bottles and aluminum cans 

Walkin' around this muthafucka with ya lips 

Closed out 

Fools know wut I'm about 

Muthafuck you! 

(can you feel it baby?) 

Ugh, yeah 

(can you feel it baby?) 

Ugh, yeah 

(I want to know) 

(can you feel it baby?) 

Ugh, yeah 

(can you feel it baby?) 

Ugh, yeah 

(I want to know) 

Verse 3: spice-1 

A whu, a whu 

A 1-2-3 

It's tha mothafuckin' killa 

Bailin' up out tha caddy 

With tha infrared up on my milla 

Meet ya mothafuckin' head up 

With the barrel up in his mouth 

Creepin' up in ya fuckin' house 

Leave ya brain on tha couch 

Just some sick shit 

From some niggas 

Who really don't give a fuck 

1990-sick up on this album all you snitches duck 

Blaw! 

Triple gold knack off 

Be holdin my tire on 

Fuckin' with tha alcohol, tobacco and tha firearm 

My nigga e-4-0 

Double jeff 

And kyoz 

You way off 

And hoes like a fro 

You gunn stay soft 

That's why I'm pickin' on ya ass 

Ya phony nigga 

East bay gangstas for life 

Str8 1-8-7 killas 

Blaw! 

Yeah man 

We just take 'em got 'em 

Put tha barrel in they mouth and just blaw! 

Man 

Just takin' mothafuckin' brains out like that 

'cause really don't give a fuck 

Blaw! 

(can you feel it baby?) 

Ugh, yeah 

(can you feel it baby?) 

Ugh, yeah 

(I want to know) 

(can you feel it baby?) 

Ugh, yeah 

(can you feel it baby?) 

Ugh, yeah 

(I want to know)