what I feel But the eyes never lie, she read right through me And what she said next got to me: [Chorus x2] Are you ever gonna know me, love me Feel me
Vertaling: Digitale Underground. My ken, voel my.
're unbelievable (Oh!) [Do Me!/Bel Biv Devoe] Do me, baby, do me, baby You can do me in the morning, you can Do me in the night You can do me when you
down the list You got the 'Real deal for real, real' smile You got the 'Phony they don't know me let me have my feel' smile The 'Dumb embarrassed smile
doll Babe when you feel me, ooh, how you thrill me You are my hip hop doll Yes, baby, would you go with me once and for all And then when you squeeze me
to the crib wit me (girl) You know we widdit Puff an L, take a swig wit me (girl) You know we widdit [Pun] Open your mouth, make history (girl) You know
like to propose a toast I said toast motherfucker And I am (Here's to The Roc) And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them (Mr Rocafella)
of y'all hoes know y'all not worth that And ya know me, type a nigga play no D I'm feelin' like my man Hollywood Green chronic make me feel good Total
tracks so real And radio blackout, your format, is not appealin' R & B can step up, but can't compare to me You oughta know how, I, feel That's wack
'm s'pose to do Ayo, tell me what I'm s'pose to do First things first You gotta tell me what I'm s'pose to do Let me know just what I'm s'pose to do First
it For example, when I say gun, I mean my pen and paper And everytime I wave and spit the crowd jump 'Cause I'm still Digital Underground like "humpty hump" Feel
before this did you know what my real name was Paul Francis acting like he's on the same drugs Never even felt the authects of a strange buzz You never ever catch me
s really listening?) what are you really saying? (do you think she's really listening?) do you think she's listening? if it makes you feel better go ahead, make me feel small i know
down, or get your ass tore down Check it out, I'm too cocky To stop me, you gotta kill me And when I'm gone, you can still feel me On the real, B The
no chicken trickin? It?s the lyrical addiction 'coz me an? AZ be politicin? Six digit trickin? Coke and Henny mixin?, many listen Fuckin' give me mine
in you I know who I am Do you know who you are And would you really have the hots for me If I wasn't a rap star I'm an underground provider of the carnival
' sap Let me spit the cap while she sit in yo' lap Homie, don't you know me Jealous-ass niggas wanna flow me Just because yo' woman wanna blow me On
