Can You Feel Me? Lyrics
[Intro]
Hmmm huh huh...
Woooooo...
Yeyah...
It's Dru Down baby
Yeyah..
Comin straight from that izno...
A.K....
No play...
Matta fact...
Listen to my... baby
[Hook]
Can you feel me?
I said I'm doin' what I gotta do, stayin' true to tha crew
Can you feel me?
I said I'm deep down and dirty, I grew up hella early
Can you feel me?
I said I fantasize about tha dreams, havin' big fancy things
Can you feel me?
I can still remember when I stole my first diamond ring
[Verse 1]
O.K., I'm deep down and dirty
You heard me before
But I'mma kick this shit
Like I be kickin' in some front doors
Now po-po or 5-0
Straight on that real
Always been real
Fifteen blocks down tha
Street from that feel
But still see
Niggas have got it wrong
That po-po is 5-0
And that is my ho
Come and see me some time
Bust a rim and bust a rhyme
After that I fucked that Remy
Bust a rhyme and get a dime
And lets smoke, choke
Until the break of dusk
Fuck that bitch dawn
And puttin' a penny in my palm
Understand this
I rolls deep in tha five
I've been down with tha five
I gets dirty in tha five
And do a hoo ride. (Why?)
That is tha question
Devils be guessin'
Don't question, stressin'
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Livin' in tha ghetto
Hello!
Ya betta hear me
And if ya don't
Ya betta really try to feel me...
[Hook]
Momma always told me
It'd be days like this.
So I took myself to Traders
Bought myself a fo-fifth
And some clips
Shit was gettin' hectic
Check this nigga's try ta wrecka
Veteran etcetera
And I bet ya ya life has never been a taken like, I'm deep down and
Dirty early
But see Pearly
At tha age of three
Took my ass in
Beause my momma was deceased
I still ended up a with tha gangsta
Comin' from tha street
Talkin' mentality, causin' casualties
Don't be mad at me
I'm D.D., pimp playa O.G.,
Born up in tha city of tha O.A.K.L.A.N.D
Ghetto-bound hustla, no sucka, serious about my bussiness
What is this? Now dig this, I overnite became rich
I'm me, not tha ordinary nigga from tha street
Grew up, threw up, to what I wanted to be, and what I sing...
[Hook]
It didn't matta my money was gettin' low, I'm on tha struggle
Whatever a nigga go fo, he gots me on tha double
But solo, cause niggas be bitches and snitches at tha same time
But I'm, a go and get my nine
And find these niggas who be talkin' a hell of a lot a to
These bitches, these bitches who be talkin' a hell of a lot a to these
Niggas who be riggas, but I'm a go and hit and do a diggum smack
And take to yo' ass back to tha future
Smoke super, I'm rollin' in tha six eight Couger
A Ruger, a mastermind like Lex Luger
It ain't no thang, like a chicken wing
With a waffle from Roscoe's, our mission
Is never impossible. Not fo me see, so fuck that old series, you stuck
On that screen I laugh, I'm over mescaline. Aha ha ha.... I see a
Dream as a triple beam, with hella dough from a mutha fucka, with no
Cut bro...
[Hook]
[Outro]
Yeyah...
Can you feel me?
D.D....
Grew up, threw up, to what I wanted to be and what I sing
Can you feel me?
Can ya, can ya...
That's what I want fo you to feel me....
