(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 ^!$$%
I can't hear %#@!
$#&@ them mutha$#&@as

$#&@ that ^!$$%
I'm in this mutha$#&@a
Yeah ^!$$%, right here

[ VERSE 1: WC ]
Freeze, nobody move, hands up
This ain't no mutha$#&@in game, ^!$$%s is gettin stuck

So uhm (uhm) get yo $$# 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, $#&@ 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, $$# droppin) --> Ice Cube
(I wanna know do you feel it
Let me know do you feel it

Do you feel it)
(Fo' hoppin, $$# 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 mutha$#&@as 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 $#&@ around and get that $$# 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* )