Feel Me Lyrics - Singles - W.c.

(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* )