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    Saafir the Saucee Nomad »

    Saafir the Saucee Nomad Can u Feel Me? текст песни

    Can u Feel Me?

    I’m cruisin I’m losin money on gas
    I pass a car with a star in it I stare
    For a minute but that’s the limit
    Otherwise gas won’t be the only thing
    I’m losin’ money too…ooh wee! It’s
    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 I’m happy cause I got nappy
    Soldiers in my crew ya through if
    You don’t learn so I learnt, that I’m 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, ain’t that Earl? For
    Those who can’t feel me, Earl means wack
    In fact, I had that problem a few times
    But I’ll just splurge it in a new rhyme, then forget it
    Maybe I’ll 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 it’s 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 won’t 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, I’m a teenage organ donor
    So I pick up my I.D. I ain’t trippin — why?
    Cause I’m high, already, on life
    Once again — I’m riding
    I’m about to hit the eastside of Oakland
    I got my seat belt on so when the heat’s felt
    From 5.0, I’ll turn up the song and start
    Singing, «I wish police was a lease
    That was up» Can u feel me?

    Well it’s gettin dark, but it’s 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 I’m not there yet and until then I’ll just sell dank — sacks
    20′s, 10′s, I’m drivin the weights to be
    Prepared in case I meet my fate and I’m 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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