Feelin It

Another Rock-a-Block extravaganza

Geechi Grace up in the place, yeah

That nigga Ski up in the place, yeah

We got my homegirl Mecca in the place

We gonna' blow it up like this for all you tape niggas

I wanna say wassup to my nigga Ski and my man Geechi Grace

Hit em off!

[Verse 1: Ski Beatz]

Look at my mind troubled

I strive to reach the top like Dom Perignon bubbles

Rotate then relocate to another state

To dine off crystal plates and glass is my destined fate

We making major moves and motions, watch the herbs wait

Could find yourself no longer with us if you hesitate

I detonate the bomb and get it Canal son

So pop it in your deck and then eject the foul ones

Geechi Grace, where you at son?!

[Verse 2: Geechi Suede]

[Hook: *Geechi Suede* & Mecca]

*I'm feeling it*, fill the glass to the top with Moët

*Feeling it*, feel the Lex' pushing up on the set

*I'm feeling it*, feel the high that you get from the lye

*Feeling it*, if you feel it raise your L in the sky

*I'm feeling it*, fill the glass to the top with Moët

*Feeling it*, feel the Lex' pushing up on the set

*I'm feeling it*, feel the high that you get from the lye

*Feeling it*, if you feel it raise your L in the sky

[Verse 3: Geechi Suede]

[Verse 4: Ski Beatz]

(I'll have you frozen in time when I sedate you with

Willie boys, recognize The Nine Era)