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A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z Can-u-feel-me? Im cruisin, Im losin money on gas I pass a car with a star in it, I stare For a minute, but thats the limit Otherwise gas wont be the only thing Im losin money too...ooh wee! its Tuesday, two days after the weekend Imagine if the weekend was a day for Weak minded men - anyway I re-take my train of thought, I bought A fat sack and Im happy cause I got nappy Soldiers in my crew, ya through, if You dont learn so I learnt, that Im burnt I ran into my homie, yeah wassup? At least I thought he was, but then I caught The buzz that he was talkin behind my back From his girl, aint that earl? for Those who cant feel me, earl means wack In fact, I had that problem a few times But Ill just splurge it in a new rhyme, then forget it Maybe Ill split it in half, or laugh like this... Ha ha ha... can u feel me? I faked the funk, and conversated without a doubt He was a chump, but with clout, I ended my route At the liquor store and I tried to Buy a guiness stout, but I remembered it was nasty But fools drink it cause its a hip-hop classy You can miss me with that trendy drink Cause they, all make your breath stink, plus Death is linked to all alcohol that arabians wont let you buy They keep tellin me my identification is a lie Why would i, put my face on plastic and in the space Where it says birthdate put see owner Fool, Im a teenage organ donor So I pick up my i.d. I aint trippin - why? Cause Im high, already, on life Once again - Im riding Im about to hit the eastside of oakland I got my seat belt on so when the heats felt From 5.0, Ill turn up the song and start Singing, I wish police was a lease That was up can u feel me? Well its gettin dark, but its daylight savings time Clocks go back, but I stay focused and Ahead cause I wanna be fat, can u feel me? If you rap I like to fully flex, I like to box I like breakin bullies necks I like collecting checks and collecting respect But Im not there yet and until then Ill just sell dank - sacks 20s, 10s, Im drivin the weights to be Prepared in case I meet my fate and Im always Thinking, where will I go when I die? Will I be underground like I am now Or in the sky? my man plan b is smilin Cause he can feel me, wassup jess |
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