Can You Feel It?

Lyrics

[Hook] "Can you feel it?" [Verse 1: E-40] I got a plastic medicine container of that Afghani—peep Brought rolling papers, no chemicals, no bleach I'm about to be in there, to the point where I'mma blur my speech After I finish this liter of yak and blow this eighth of kief Mannish, don't bother me, I'll pop ya With these 5-point-5-6's, bust your medulla oblongata That'll stop ya, bring you up real proper Spin you around like the propellers on a hiznelicopter My name ain't Harry, but I'm a Potter My mouth hella dry, I need some water One day I know I'mma die, forgive me Father But I'm living for now, forget tomorrow I'm a product of my environment, so I ain't thinking about retirement I'mma continue to push this yay, fuck a 401(K) I fuck on squaws every day, and I get my helmet ate'n Parole violator, my agent hella be hatin' [Hook] "Can you feel it?" [Verse 2: B-Legit] I'm high as gasoline off promethazine And my whole team, we lean in them Cut' Supremes I keep a couple things, plus a mask or two A 40 Glock with a dot in case I have to I might blast through, chop it up and bounce My little homie, he be on me, say I owe an ounce I tell him 'Catch me in the morning with your bank account And I'll just take it off the tab when you cash me out' I do the mass amount of numbers, I'm impeccable And I ain't even gon' lie, I'm off them edibles You see, my niggas come through, they buy them vegetables And out-of-town muthafuckas need their medical I put the work in, I get them dividends And them Benjamins become a nigga's best friend And everything I'm in, you know it's off the hinge It feel good when a real nigga win—say it den [Hook] "Can you feel it?" [Verse 3: E-40 + B-Legit] "Go on and get your fuck on"—that's what I told her I don't want her triflin' ass no more, y'all can have my leftovers I ain't finna be head over heels over no broad, mayne, I'm too fly I bait my hook up for another fish to fry See, when a dude fuck hella broads, he's a player But when a broad fuck hella dudes, she's a slut And you wanna know what else—you wanna know what? (What?) I find out that she was fuckin' on one of the homies, I'm fuckin' 'em both up I tell bitches where I'm from to leave their feelings at home And if they're listening, they probably ain't feeling this song But am I wrong? Standing there looking at me crazy I'm never fuckin' you when these other bitches pay me Already with the baby, come on with them dollars I'll show you where they're going, then them other hoes'll follow I'm off in my Impala, 9-fin exact I just revamped that, put them 10's in the back [Hook] "Can you feel it?"