| Yeah, yeah
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| Can you feel it, baby?
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| Smoothed out
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| Can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk)
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| Can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk)
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| Can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk)
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| Can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk)
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| Can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk)
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| Can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk)
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| Can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk)
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| Can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk)
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| Call me the new hoe on the block
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| Some do like me, some do not
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| I get paid to lay all kinds of ways
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| Smoothed out fade with knack for hoe rap
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| And some said flowin' to me, was not you
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| Nigga hoes just went deep for ‘92
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| AMG almost gold for ‘91
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| And when I kidnap rap shows, I pack gun
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| Yes, me, sea to sea, coast to coast
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| William Mo' takes care of my dough
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| I roll Benzos, truck for the snow
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| Sippin' something cool like a Bacardi Breezer
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| And then jim gets greeted by a skeezer…
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| But anyway, when I grab M-I-C
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| Oh, I guess not, no, in or out
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| Fast, not slow, and smooth not rugged, so
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| I’m kinda like sex
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| MC’s receive broke necks when I mic check
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| And peace to the DJ’s
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| I ran rhyme marathons for three days
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| Kinda like tongue relays for the Lick ‘Em Low Lovers
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| Word to the D, brothers
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| Can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk)
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| Now, can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk)
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| Now tell me can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk)
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| Can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk)
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| Can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk)
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| Can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk)
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| Can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk)
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| Can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk)
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| Since our last meeting, I’ve been eating
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| Bombudd cookies, made by Cookie
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| You see, my mind got escalated by something I love or hate it
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| But then… I just did it again
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| 304 supplies the tool
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| Moe Doe will check in hand, he’s the band
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| Beats by the ounce, dozen, and pound, rhyme for rhyme
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| Verb for verb, noun for noun
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| I’m like down for a big fat butt
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| Pretty lips and hips, and a fat sack of
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| What is that, Dr. Lovejoint smokes herb? |
| (Mary Jane)
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| Uh, have you kicked to the curb
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| So lay back and hit it ‘til ya cain’t
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| And if you got a bitch wit' ya, fuck her ‘til she faint
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| ‘Cause your dick ain’t got a brain, punk
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| So when you’re finished fuckin', throw her in the trunk
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| I’m outta here
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| (Trunk o' funk)
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| Now tell me, now can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk)
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| Yo, can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk)
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| Yo, can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk)
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| Tell me, can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk)
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| Can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk)
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| Can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk)
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| Come on, can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk)
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| Shouts out going to the nigga hoes, Moe Doe, Chubb Rock
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| My man LaQuan, my man Sylk Smoov, the 69 King
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| Father MC, the Funky Socialistics, Too $hort
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| My man Mark Money, my man Hakeem
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| Greedy Greg, DJ Quik, EPMD, Boss, Big P
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| My niggas on the 1−1-4 level, yo
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| Cool and Mellow Productions, Tracy’s on the board
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| Making money, oh Lord
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| Ha ha, I’m outta here |