Can You Feel What I'm Sayin'

Sitting in a coupe I'm in a coupe Throwing dots I snatch off in a coupe And I'm in the booth Can't you feel what I'm saying? Can't you feel what I'm saying? I snatch off in a hellcat And I'm in a hellcat Hey, you know, it's all black, and I'm in the all black dickies outfit Don't you play with me Don't you play with me I take your hoe Now she on my meat And you looking all crazy She's looking kind of funny because you know she want to lick the gummy And don't you play with me And I got a gun with the drum. I don't care what you're talking about Me and Mr. Gilley and we rocking out All the hoes looking at us But we like f*ck them Let's get the money We getting money Don't you play with us We might steal your honey Don't you play with us. We might steal your honey. And we toting' hunnish No 20s Straight blue Don't you play with me Find a clue This is not Blue Clues This is not Blue Clues And I'm really rhyming' Don't you play with me Then I get the freaking sign in You sign it off Then give me the freaking check, then I cash it in Then I go buy that freaking vette Then I snatch off in the vette Then I'm heading downtown 200 on my dash I don't play with you niggas I don't pull the trigger I put my fist up, then I got a fight sometimes You win some you lose some Can't you feel what I'm sayin' I wish they would jump me I got Mr. Gilley with me And we really thugging This coming straight off straight off the head Okay