Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah boy Come on Come on, come on Yeah boy Come on [Verse 1] Don't even feel it Or try to steal it Cause if I catch you Imma break and patch you (Come on) Up the cement to present you as a statue You little shit for brains line biter I think you're lucky cause I'm a lover, not a fighter (Come on, come on) I'm the R O X, it's me With the gun, it's the fun-loving one Howie Tee (Come on) He's a DJ and I'm the Rox I take the MC's, he the disc jocks It's like a game You're all the same (Yeah boy) Talk about your talk and then I take your name I think it's rather funny, dummy What should I do to yuh Treat you like a gummy Bear I don't care Who, what, when, why, how, or where (Come on) This can happen So start rapping But if it sounds like mine Imma start slapping faces Dudes and aces (Yeah boy) That's how I do it, so I'm gonna feel it [Hook] Ain't, ain't, (come on) ain't good enough (Can you feel it?) Ain't good enough (come on, come on) Ain't, ain't, (come on) ain't, ain't, ain't, (come on, come on) ain't good enough Ain't (come on) good enough (Can you feel it?) Ain't, ain't (come on, come on) good enough Ain't, ain't, (come on) ain't, ain't, ain't, ain't good enough (yeah boy) [Verse 2 ] Don't even breathe in my face Imma knock you from here to outer space With just a verse, it takes just a syllable I keep it to a minimal Treat you like a criminal So I should name … [?] dropout bums So come and Iet me fail 'ya Just like high school did you, little kid Just wish I had a pesticide so I could rid ya Bitin' my rhymes, just like a mosquito Pour me like a chip with dip on Frito Lays Say that you could be Roxanne And I will burn and disintegrate you down to the socks And I'm not the kind of girl you can play with If you want to battle me, you're gonna have to pay With cash Cause I don't battle for free Can you tell them something for me Howie Tee (Yeah boy) Howie Tee scratching records: (Don't even feel it, got, got, got style (come on) can you feel it? Got, got, got, got style (style style style style) Come on, style style got style (come on, come on) style Can you feel it? Got style (come on), style, got style, got style, got style, got style, got, got, got (come on), got, got (can you feel it), got, got, got, got, got (come on, come on), got, got, got, got style (come on) Can you feel it? (yeah, boy) (come on) [ Verse 3] Not tryna diss a particular individual, but if you take it personally Bring with you a load of rhymes Count your nickels and dimes Don't even drop a cop, because it's gonna be mine Imma win it in a minute The limit is 60 seconds I don't take credit, forget it, it's only check and cash American Express and Visa Anything about value you got a freeza' Break it, cause we can swing it and even win it (Yeah boy) Yo, don't even feel it [ Hook] Come on, come on, come on (can you feel it?) Come on… come on, come on Can you feel it? Come on …come on … come on … Come on, come on (can you feel it?) Yeah boy come on, come on, come on Can you feel it? come on, come on, can you feel it? come on…come on Can you feel it? Yeah boy, come on come on come on … can you feel it? Come on, come on, come on … can you feel it? come on … Can you feel it? Yeah boy come on Can you feel it?)