(I wanna know do you feel it   Let me know do you feel it   Do you feel it) --> Ohio Players   Make ya feel me   I'm with this right here   Hey yo Toones, turn my headphones up   Turn em up nigga   I can't hear shit   Fuck them muthafuckas   Fuck that nigga   I'm in this muthafucka   Yeah nigga, right here   [ VERSE 1: WC ]   Freeze, nobody move, hands up   This ain't no muthafuckin game, niggas is gettin stuck   So uhm (uhm) get yo ass ready for the big beat bangin   (What?) dick danglin, pants saggin   Rank slangin while Toones spin the records   Going back, back, forth and back   It's that local janky-ass junkyard funk kickin   Purse-snatchin car-jackin Ripple-sippin   187, with the world I got beef   And I don't wanna hear no talk about peace   Cause I been lied to, cheated, dissed and mistreated   A victim of a sodomy to this record industry   So now it's on to the fullest, so get the bullets   Cause that's the only way y'all gon' stop me when I do this   Like ping, ba-ba-bam, straight to your jaw, fuck seein me   In '95 I'ma make sure you cowards feel me   [ CHORUS ]   (I wanna know do you feel it   Let me know do you feel it   Do you feel it)    (Fo' hoppin, ass droppin) --> Ice Cube   (I wanna know do you feel it   Let me know do you feel it   Do you feel it)    (Fo' hoppin, ass droppin)   [ VERSE 2 ]   Feel me, feel me while I dip through your hood   Just mobbin and squabbin cause we up to no good   (No good) I got a MAAD-ass Circle full of gees   Rollin treys and fo's and El Caminos on D's   ( ? ) with the ( ? ) amps   Bendin the corner as I floss all my Zeniths slide across   Lookin for my competition, if any   I'm burnin rappers like ( ? ) mama burned Penny   But this ain't _Good Times_, it's nothin but hard times   And where I'm from, we kick nothin but rough rhymes   The M-A-A-D C-i-r-c-l-e   Slingshot khakis and a pair of wallabees   Three braids in my beard represents the year   Of another LP for those chose to sleep   Best to wake up, recognize, I comes with the real, Dub C   Doin dirt to make sure you muthafuckas feel me   [ CHORUS ]   [ VERSE 3 ]   Last verse, now how should I come with the wickedness?   Now I got you noddin to my bassline riff   Goin bump-bump-bump, the guitar strums   As I beat you down with the drums   The lyrical night stalker, still payin dues   And this year I'm servin many and anything that moves   So which one of y'all wanna run up   And be the first to get your whole dome ( ? )   Fool, I'm makin noise like a Glock on your block   When I drop, ever since I popped it don't stop   And even if I stut-stu-tu-stuttered over the beat   I still can catch wreck, so don't try to compete   ( ? ) amateurs best to play the back   Or fuck around and get that ass rocked and rolled up like Anthrax   This ain't no joke dudes, I pray for my enemy   (I pray for em) Lord have mercy when they feel me   [ CHORUS ]   ( *adlibs* )   ( *DJ Crazy Toones scratches* )