Feel Me

(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*)