Blackstreet Intro/ Can You Feel Me - Blackstreet

One morning, I came across a star

Trying to find her way back home

As the day changed, it rained

And she said

Just look into the water

There’s no better place to be, uh huh

It will take you to that Blackstreet

Where things change

It’s nothing bad, it’s nothing better

Ohhh, Blackstreet

Take me there (Take me there)

Take me there (Take me there)

I wanna go, I’ve gotta go, I

Take me there (Take me there)

Take me there (Take me there)

Can you take me there?

Welcome to Blackstreet

Feel this

Twelve cars, mansion, beautiful kids

Fly life, my life

Wanna be here to see it on tv

Listen to my cd easily

Dough flow, blow, do the show, all across the globe

Lotta carats in my earlobe, chillin' 20 million

Wanna jam with my ghetto’s blackstreet heros

Do they thing, whatcha got?

New jack swing, teddy stay ready

Deadly on the remix

I’m the prefix and suffix, got enough chips

Not enough hits though, don’t get it twisted

Over a hundred of mine listed, why?

K-sick widdows and six zeroes in the blink of a eye

In the game I’m ahead of, spread love, call my fleet

When I break bread, we all’ll eat

That’s how we play from motown to va

T.r., mad pr, cuban cigar, never illegal

None of y’all equal, peek-a-boo, I see you

Now I’ll leave you with just a little sneak preview

You know how we do, music for the people

1 — got to give the people

Give the people what they want

Want ch’all to feel this

Get near this, hear this

It’s the realist

Gotta give what the people

Give the people what they want

Want cha’ll to feel this

Get near this, hear this

It’s the realist

See black, markell, future sound cartel

Soon as we dropped the stock fell

Look, better hooks than ali

Give more nightmares than rakim

G-rock to whom I sell records, you don’t

Check my steez, invest my g’s, adjust that beats’s

Golddiggers wanna caress my cheek

See me flow, battle free g, ceo yo

That’ll be me, why y’all hate to work

I read every line of the paperwork

That’s my job, 'till it’s all done

Corn on the cob, mc’s it ain’t all fun

You might flow to sick 'cause it really quickest

But you stay booked forever 'cause you don’t know the business