Can You Feel It? (feat. B-Legit) - E-40, B-Legit

Ugh, yeah

(can you feel it baby?)

Ugh, yeah

(can you feel it baby?)

Ugh, yeah

(I want to know)

Tha murder weapon

Cappin' off safety

Keep one in tha chamber

You’re life is in danger

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

Tha river droppin' g ****

With mo' locls than a Steven Segal

(boyaaa!) peep this

From tha unforgiven mask murderer

Handcuffing tha m-i-c

Serving *****s like milky d’s

Mo' action’s than Jackson

You never breth 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 relly 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?

(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?!

Talkin' yo *** mutha****a'

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

Mutha****az expect me to come soft

But fool I’m here to stay

(gunshots)

Blow, bllaarraah, muth****az, blast mutha****ers

(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 mutha****a with ya lips

Closed out

Fools know wut I’m about

Mutha**** 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

It’s tha motha****in' killa

Bailin' up out tha caddy

With tha infrared up on my milla

Meet ya motha****in' head up

With the barrel up in his mouth

Creepin' up in ya ****in' house

Leave ya brain on tha couch

Just some sick ****

From some *****s

Who really don’t give a ****

1990-sick up on this album all you snitches duck

Blaw!

Triple gold knack off

Be holdin my tire on

My ***** 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 ***

Ya phony *****

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' motha****in' brains out like that

‘cause really don’t give a ****

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)