Feel It lyrics

Feel It lyrics

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Send "Feel It" Ringtone to your Cell Meanwhile back at the ranch we got Bo Duke and Daisy goin` to go see Boss Hogg. Then ya got Kooter fixin` over them cars... I don`t need a glock cause I`m not a hard rock Got bitches on my jock like New Kids On The Block I can`t lose like Parker Lewis I`m undefeated Step into my sector homeboy you`ll get greeted By the 380 colt mustang in my pocket I had a few drinks already don`t make me cock it Cause if I have to cock it, well then it`s gettin` shot And if it`s gettin` shot, well, yo, you`re gettin` bucked down I don`t fuck around, I ain`t got time for punks But I got time to smoke all the skunk philly blunts Stunts gather round, check out the sound And let`s get down to do the nasty, freaky, funky Stinky, junky, let`s bump uglies in the nighttime Between the sheets Cause I rock fly rhymes over funky beats The Celtic ruin, the legion of doom Now gimme the track, or with the fat back doom Now gimme some room, and I`ll explode Cock back my hammer, then squeeze off my load So hit the road, Jack, and don`t come back no more Or I`ll be moppin` up the floor with your crew of soft core Punk pussy bitches, jail house snitches On stage, I get wrecked and I collect my riches I get the funky style, and like Gomer Pile You`ll be `Surprise surprise surprise!` as I Rise to the top, fuck a punk cop I`m always hip-hop, only a pimple goes pop So you better quit, zit I came to rip shit Blastin` with the Soul Assassins Askin` the question, teachin` the lesson Bringin` the West Coast back to the East Coast Where it all started, what`re you, retarded You`re startin` to trip from that Jheri curl drip Soakin` in your brain, the House Of Pain Is causin` pain, and feelin` pain So feel it Chorus Just feel it Feel it Just feel it C`mon y`all, feel it Back to the rhyme, I`m always on time A lime to a lemon, yo, a lemon to a lime I rock the old school style and it`s futile To step up, cause you`ll get swept up Like dust, or I just might bust and unload my clip Unless you`re a punk, then I`ll just pop you in the lip And show you the deal, now how did that feel You know I`m killin` any pig that squeels I`m fillin` up reels of tape with my fly rhymes And I`ve got a subsciption to High Times Son Dooby`s in the back, the Mexican Ralph Emms is on the track My DJ Lethal, he`s on the cut When I bust a dope rhyme, it`s like bustin` a nut So let me jerk off on the mic and get it sticky When I drink a brew it`s either Guiness or mickeys I`ll put your head out just like a fuckin` Malboro Don`t fuck with me, punk, you know that I`m thorough Bred like a race horse, right-in-your-face force Feedin` you beats, straight off the streets So catch me catch me, if you can You know I`m the man like Chewbacca knows Han Solo, bolos are what I`ll be throwin` When I be flowin`, I get the job done Cause I`m number one, the Prodigal Son I left and I came back, but not with the same rap And not with the same style, I`m known to get buckwild The luck of the Irish spreads like a virus So feel it Chorus Send " Feel It" Ringtone to your Cell Feel It lyrics @ ELyrics | Feel It lyrics @ Kovideo | House Of Pain Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | Feel It lyrics @ Songlyrics | Feel It lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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