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Naturally 7 Can Ya Feel It

Oooh Weee! Oooh Weee! Chorus Can ya......Can ya feel it? (I can feel it)..... Parum pum pum Can ya......Can ya feel it? (I can feel it) Feel this

rappin/ why would i battle but put it nobody blastin/ everybody would only be spittin metaphors put it on jesse jackson/ and you can just ask him the

rowdy, and ya dont want that shit cause its gone be naughty, by nature fuck a playa hater, Ima come through and ya know Im down to spray ya, let them

ya mammary glands giggle Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender biddles Doctor giggles, I can't stop until it tickles Just play a little D and I'll make ya

on the block still caught in the game It's a boy thing (Morphine, Quine Nine...Yeah) It's the dope game (Bonita, Thiedga, shoot it, sell it, snort it

-Bizzy Bone-Chorus- Murdah is out of control/ Murdah just let it blow (It blow)/ Word up if you bucked a mothafucka down for taken ya dough (Taken ya

get rowdy and ya dont want that shit cause its gone be naughty, by nature fuck a playa hater Ima come through and ya know Im down to spray ya let them

niggas wanna do? Yo we can take it outside Ya'll niggas want something? Yo we can take it outside What y'all niggas wanna do? Yo we can take it outside Ya

wanted the world to see that I was for real wit it Wanted a deal, I got it and couldn't deal wit it I want me and my old homeboys to still kick it I wish