DJ Quik, Mausberg, Skaboobie - Did Y'All Feel Dat lyrics
[DJ Quik, Mausberg, Skaboobie - Did Y'All Feel Dat lyrics]
New game
Ay, my musical style is far from intermediate
And my lyrics stay flow as if I was collegian
(smart) take my style you need it
Cus the shit I'm hearing on
The radio is so repeated so repetitive
Not to be confused with competitive
Get a bar of this you need a sedative
It'll keep you up all night
Analyze it dissect it, pretty tough all right
Cus I got some magic goin down
I summon up my powers and
Get tragic on the sound
Levin maggots on the ground (wow)
And I'm trying to do it twice
And get some rich ass figures
Cus I'm tired of being nice
To you bitch ass niggas
And the truth is, I ignore disses
You probably want my misses or
You probably want my kisses, little faggot
Never one for metaphors
But now I take competitors
Bleeding through that set of doors
Cus I'm pretty jagged flyer than TWA
We came to the game strong we ready to play
So watch how you speak it
Cus my niggas'll break bats over
Your head until you leakin nigga take that
Did y'all feel dat? (talk box)
We turning you out and we move the crowd
Yeah did y'all feel dat? (talk box)
We turning you out and we shake the crowd
Yeah
What's with this paper stuff? Buy ya shit
Look how you be actin
Well I aint buyin shit but
This one got you laughin tough actin like
(Tinactin) is how my game got you reactin
Keep? them songs, look how you got me actin
Skaboo come through
Skaboo always come through
Shit pay a villain to a mind
If a nigga asked you to
I'm feelin you supposed to
Look at all the things that I go through
Ring the bell
Gets the? before I'm even spoken to
What the? quick to blow ya spot
Why you sweatin when it was dead
Cold? I keeps it hot, hot!
Figure you could ride me and
Still play me like polo, that's a no no
Now I'm platinum crackin and
That's fo sho' though
Baby girl you aint know sexuality
That got you watchin me jockin
Me fuckin wit Quik
Quik and now she out for me
Pussy, torsi, pussy no working
Skaboo Ha! Got your body jerkin
Did y'all feel dat? (talk box)
We turning you out and we move the crowd
Yeah did y'all feel dat? (talk box)
We turning you out and we shake the crowd
Yeah
Now I'm as real as real gets
And I put that on a police spill
Fuckin with Quik I'ma be rich
And I aint got no doubt in my mind
Change the game in a real way
Residential to presidential hey
Y'all niggas don't wanna see me ballin
Being black, in the big black Navi raw doggin
Puffin on nothin but the bombest
On my way up to the studio
To get my definition of "Ebonics"
Doin my thang gettin paid at the same time
5 G's for a 40 second rap line
God bless the voice of a young soldier
You don't wanna party with the
Realest pass my chips over
Gave the show ate the sandwiches and left
Packed the Avian water, left a big ass mess
Now we on the highway, doin it my way
Back up to the marial for my after party
Did y'all feel dat?
Did y'all feel dat? (talk box)
We turning you out and we move the crowd
Yeah did y'all feel dat? (talk box)
We turning you out and we shake the crowd
Yeah
Ay, my musical style is far from intermediate
And my lyrics stay flow as if I was collegian
(smart) take my style you need it
Cus the shit I'm hearing on
The radio is so repeated so repetitive
Not to be confused with competitive
Get a bar of this you need a sedative
It'll keep you up all night
Analyze it dissect it, pretty tough all right
Cus I got some magic goin down
I summon up my powers and
Get tragic on the sound
Levin maggots on the ground (wow)
And I'm trying to do it twice
And get some rich ass figures
Cus I'm tired of being nice
To you bitch ass niggas
And the truth is, I ignore disses
You probably want my misses or
You probably want my kisses, little faggot
Never one for metaphors
But now I take competitors
Bleeding through that set of doors
Cus I'm pretty jagged flyer than TWA
We came to the game strong we ready to play
So watch how you speak it
Cus my niggas'll break bats over
Your head until you leakin nigga take that
Did y'all feel dat? (talk box)
We turning you out and we move the crowd
Yeah did y'all feel dat? (talk box)
We turning you out and we shake the crowd
Yeah
What's with this paper stuff? Buy ya shit
Look how you be actin
Well I aint buyin shit but
This one got you laughin tough actin like
(Tinactin) is how my game got you reactin
Keep? them songs, look how you got me actin
Skaboo come through
Skaboo always come through
Shit pay a villain to a mind
If a nigga asked you to
I'm feelin you supposed to
Look at all the things that I go through
Ring the bell
Gets the? before I'm even spoken to
What the? quick to blow ya spot
Why you sweatin when it was dead
Cold? I keeps it hot, hot!
Figure you could ride me and
Still play me like polo, that's a no no
Now I'm platinum crackin and
That's fo sho' though
Baby girl you aint know sexuality
That got you watchin me jockin
Me fuckin wit Quik
Quik and now she out for me
Pussy, torsi, pussy no working
Skaboo Ha! Got your body jerkin
Did y'all feel dat? (talk box)
We turning you out and we move the crowd
Yeah did y'all feel dat? (talk box)
We turning you out and we shake the crowd
Yeah
Now I'm as real as real gets
And I put that on a police spill
Fuckin with Quik I'ma be rich
And I aint got no doubt in my mind
Change the game in a real way
Residential to presidential hey
Y'all niggas don't wanna see me ballin
Being black, in the big black Navi raw doggin
Puffin on nothin but the bombest
On my way up to the studio
To get my definition of "Ebonics"
Doin my thang gettin paid at the same time
5 G's for a 40 second rap line
God bless the voice of a young soldier
You don't wanna party with the
Realest pass my chips over
Gave the show ate the sandwiches and left
Packed the Avian water, left a big ass mess
Now we on the highway, doin it my way
Back up to the marial for my after party
Did y'all feel dat?
Did y'all feel dat? (talk box)
We turning you out and we move the crowd
Yeah did y'all feel dat? (talk box)
We turning you out and we shake the crowd
Yeah