Come on
Sticky Fingaz Lyrics


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[Do you feel the way I feel...]
Feel that shit nigga
Do you feel the way I feel?
Do you fuckin feel it?
Yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo

HOOK:
You want to wild out, come on!
Act up, come on!
Throw gunz, come on!
Smoke 'dro, come on!
Fuck hoes, come on!
Make dough, come on!
What?! We can do it kid however you want!
You want to wild out, come on!
Act up, come on!
Start beef, come on!
Make money, come on!
Throw gunz, come on!
Fuck hoes, come on!
What?! We can do it kid however you want!

[Verse 1]
Oh you ain't know?
Sticky Fingaz went solo
And got the whole hood in a choke hold
Radio locked like I was po-po
You rappers get no dough
I make you have oral sex with the fo-fo
I'm unstable, get cash under the table
I blaze you, not even God could save you
What?! I ain't havin it, I'm ignorant and arrogant
Dogs couldn't sniff me out, 'cause I ain't have a scent
Your wifey's checkin me, said I had sex appeal
Been hittin niggas' girls, way before the record deal
Let me make it clear just so it's understood
That don't make you no thug 'cause you from the hood
My nine's stainless, I speak in sign language
My mind changes, every time the wind blows
Gunshots got me jumpin out of second story windows
Beef on impulse, you get murdered over insults

HOOK

[Verse 2]
Goddamn I'm hungry, and it's time to eat
I'm the worst thing since crack to hit the street
The man that could murder me, I'm dyin to meet
Rapper fuck your own seed and shoot a 5 wit me
I intake shit from no man, I set up my own fam
I never was a kid came out the pussy a grown man
I slept in a slum, I'm second to none
I give you ten seconds to run, 9, 7, 3, 2 1! BLAU!
Half my niggas ain't gon' never see sunlight
Got twenty stitches under my navel from a gunfight
You better watch your back for them thug hoes
I believe in safe sex and go to bed with a snub nose
Rhyme like my life on the line, I'm nice with the nine
Knockin out big niggas twice my size
So take a dirt nap when normal people slept I used to purse snatch
A bullet costs a quarter, but your life ain't even worth that

HOOK

[Verse 3]
It's a whole new me, but the same old you
We had beef before well deja vu
Never seen nothing like this I rip your whole crew
Ever thought about death, that's what you bout to go through
I stay to myself, I'm anti-social
I ghost you, and wild out like I'm supposed to
My rollie got a body son, it costs a life
Every time it tick I can see the soul on ice
I call a hotline, to get yours, I got mine
And son I got glock nines, tech nines, mack 10's 11's and 12's
22's, 25's, 32's, 38's, 44's, 45's, AK-47's
Don't be a smartass, I put a hole in your forehead
Stomp you out and beat yo' ass to syllables...
You... stupid.... mother, be lucky I ain't killin you all
I hung myself on my umbilical cord





HOOK

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Sticky Fingaz's song "Come On" depict a braggadocious and belligerent rapper singing about his life of crime, violence, and debauchery. Throughout the song, Sticky Fingaz exclaims a number of provocative lines that urge the listener to join him in his wild antics, from acting out to throwing gunz, from smoking 'dro to making dough. The verses detail Sticky Fingaz's own life and rough upbringing and describe his violent tendencies, from having sex at gunpoint to murdering those who dare insult him. The refrain repeats the exhortation to come along with him, building a sense of tribalism for those who would be willing to follow the rapper in his dangerous lifestyle.


The song's lyrics touch on a number of themes, including masculinity, violence, and the lure of criminal behavior. The lyrics revel in the idea of living outside of the law and using violence to assert power over others. The song also reflects the gritty reality of life in many urban areas in the United States, where violence and crime are a part of everyday life.


Line by Line Meaning

Do you feel the way I feel?
Are you experiencing the same emotions as I am?


Feel that shit nigga
Experience the emotions that I'm feeling, man


Do you fuckin feel it?
Are you truly feeling the emotions that I'm experiencing?


Yo, yo, yo
Informal greeting in the hip-hop culture


You want to wild out, come on!
Do you want to let loose and have some fun with me?


Act up, come on!
Misbehave with me


Throw gunz, come on!
Shoot your gun with me


Smoke 'dro, come on!
Smoke marijuana with me


Fuck hoes, come on!
Engage in sexual activity with random girls with me


Make dough, come on!
Let's make as much money as possible together


What?! We can do it kid however you want!
We can enjoy it any way you choose


Start beef, come on!
Get into arguments with me


Make money, come on!
Let's make a ton of money together


What?! We can do it kid however you want!
We can make money any way you choose


Oh you ain't know?
Are you not aware?


Sticky Fingaz went solo
Sticky Fingaz became a solo artist


And got the whole hood in a choke hold
Sticky Fingaz became famous in his neighborhood


Radio locked like I was po-po
The radio plays his music constantly


You rappers get no dough
Other rappers don't make much money


I make you have oral sex with the fo-fo
I will make you suck on my gun


I'm unstable, get cash under the table
I'm unpredictable, and I make money outside of legal means


I blaze you, not even God could save you
I'll kill you and nobody can stop me


What?! I ain't havin it, I'm ignorant and arrogant
I won't stand for any nonsense, and I'm confidently ignorant


Dogs couldn't sniff me out, 'cause I ain't have a scent
Even dogs can't track my movements


Your wifey's checkin me, said I had sex appeal
Your girlfriend finds me attractive


Been hittin niggas' girls, way before the record deal
I've been having sex with other guys' girlfriends before I became famous


Let me make it clear just so it's understood
Allow me to clarify my position


That don't make you no thug 'cause you from the hood
Living in the ghetto doesn't automatically make you a gangster


My nine's stainless, I speak in sign language
My gun is clean, and I communicate through hand gestures


My mind changes, every time the wind blows
I'm fickle and change my opinions easily


Gunshots got me jumpin out of second story windows
I'm always on alert for gunshots


Beef on impulse, you get murdered over insults
I'll kill you if you insult me


Goddamn I'm hungry, and it's time to eat
I'm eager to start something new


I'm the worst thing since crack to hit the street
I'm the most dangerous thing to emerge in a long time


The man that could murder me, I'm dyin to meet
I'm eagerly waiting to meet somebody who can kill me


Rapper fuck your own seed and shoot a 5 wit me
I challenge other rappers to come fight me


I intake shit from no man, I set up my own fam
I don't take orders from anybody and look out for my own family


I slept in a slum, I'm second to none
I grew up in a poor environment, and I'm the best at what I do


I give you ten seconds to run, 9, 7, 3, 2 1! BLAU!
I give you ten seconds to run for your life, and then I'll shoot


Half my niggas ain't gon' never see sunlight
Many of my friends will never be released from prison


Got twenty stitches under my navel from a gunfight
I've been shot before and required twenty stitches


You better watch your back for them thug hoes
Be wary of women who hang out with gangsters


I believe in safe sex and go to bed with a snub nose
I practice safe sex by carrying a gun to bed


Rhyme like my life on the line, I'm nice with the nine
I rap like my life depends on it, and I'm a skilled shooter


Knockin out big niggas twice my size
I can knock out guys twice my size


So take a dirt nap when normal people slept I used to purse snatch
If you mess with me, you'll end up dead


A bullet costs a quarter, but your life ain't even worth that
I'll kill you for a cheap price if you anger me


It's a whole new me, but the same old you
I've changed, but you're still the same


We had beef before well deja vu
We've had issues in the past, and it's happening again


Never seen nothing like this I rip your whole crew
I'm a force to be reckoned with and can defeat your entire entourage


Ever thought about death, that's what you bout to go through
Get ready to die


I stay to myself, I'm anti-social
I prefer being alone and don't socialize much


I ghost you, and wild out like I'm supposed to
I'll disappear and act erratically as expected


My rollie got a body son, it costs a life
My Rolex is so expensive, it could have cost somebody their life to buy


Every time it tick I can see the soul on ice
I feel like my watch has a connection to the spiritual world


I call a hotline, to get yours, I got mine
I have a contact who can get me anything I need


And son I got glock nines, tech nines, mack 10's 11's and 12's
I own several types of guns


22's, 25's, 32's, 38's, 44's, 45's, AK-47's
I possess multiple types of guns with different calibers


Don't be a smartass, I put a hole in your forehead
Don't be cocky or I'll shoot you in the head


Stomp you out and beat yo' ass to syllables...
I'll physically hurt you in a rhythmic manner


You... stupid.... mother, be lucky I ain't killin you all
You're an idiot, and you should be grateful I'm not killing you


I hung myself on my umbilical cord
I'm so tough, I strangled myself with my own umbilical cord at birth




Lyrics ยฉ BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: TREMAINE NEVERSON, DONNIE SCANTZ, EZEKIEL LEWIS, JAMAL JONES

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

๐–๐–Ž๐–“๐–ž๐–‘

[Intro: Sticky Fingaz & sample]
Do you feel the way I feel?
Feel that shit nigga
Do you feel the way I feel?
Do you fucking feel it?

[Chorus: Sticky Fingaz]
You wanna wild out, come on! Act up, come on!
Throw guns, come on! Smoke 'dro, come on!
Fuck hoes, come on! Make dough, come on!
What?! We can do it kid however you want!
You wanna wild out, come on!
Act up, come on! Start beef, come on!
Make money, come on! Throw guns, come on!
Fuck hoes, come on! What?
We can do it kid however you want!

[Verse 1: Sticky Fingaz]
Oh you ain't know? Sticky Fingaz went solo
And got the whole hood in a choke hold
Radio locked like I was po-po, you rappers get no dough
I make you have oral sex with the .44
I'm unstable, get cash under the table
I blaze you, not even God could save you
What? I ain't having it, I'm ignorant and arrogant
Dogs couldn't sniff me out, cause I ain't have a scent
Your wifey's checking me, said I had sex appeal
Been hitting niggas' girls way before the record deal
Let me make it clear just so it's understood:
That don't make you no thug cause you from the hood
My nine's stainless, I speak in sign language
My mind changes, every time the wind blows
Gunshots got me jumping out of second story windows
Beef on impulse, you get murdered over insults

[Chorus: Sticky Fingaz]
You wanna wild out, come on! Act up, come on!
Throw guns, come on! Smoke 'dro, come on!
Fuck hoes, come on! Make dough, come on!
What?! We can do it kid however you want!
You wanna wild out, come on!
Act up, come on! Start beef, come on!
Make money, come on! Throw guns, come on!
Fuck hoes, come on! What?
We can do it kid however you want!

[Verse 2: Sticky Fingaz]
Goddamn I'm hungry and it's time to eat
I'm the worst thing since crack to hit the street
The man that could murder me, I'm dying to meet
Rather fuck your own seed than shoot a 5 with me
I don't take shit from no man, I set up my own fam
I never was a kid, came out the pussy a grown man
I slept in a slum, I'm second to none
I give you ten seconds to run, 9, 7, 3, 2, blow!
Half my niggas ain't gon' never see sunlight
Got twenty stitches under my navel from a gunfight
You better watch your back for them thug hoes
I believe in safe sex and go to bed with the snub nose
Rhyme like my life on the line, I'm nice with the nine
Knocking out big niggas twice my size
So take a dirt nap when normal people slept I used to purse snatch
A bullet costs a quarter but your life ain't even worth that

[Chorus: Sticky Fingaz]
You wanna wild out, come on! Act up, come on!
Throw guns, come on! Smoke 'dro, come on!
Fuck hoes, come on! Make dough, come on!
What?! We can do it kid however you want!
You wanna wild out, come on!
Act up, come on! Start beef, come on!
Make money, come on! Throw guns, come on!
Fuck hoes, come on! What?
We can do it kid however you want!

[Verse 3: Sticky Fingaz]
It's a whole new me, but the same old you
We had beef before, well deja vu
Never seen nothing like this I rip your whole crew
Ever thought about death? That's what you 'bout to go through
I stay to myself, I'm antisocial
I ghost you and wild out like I'm supposed to
My rollie got a body son, it costs a life
Every time it tick I can see the soul on ice
I call a hotline, to get yours, I got mine
And son I got Glock 9s, TEC-9s, MAC-10s, 11s and 12s
.22s, .25s, .32s, .38s, .44s, .45s, AK-47s
Don't be a smartass, I put a hole in your forehead
Stomp you out and beat your ass to syllables
You stupid mother..., be lucky I ain't killing you all
I hung myself on my umbilical cord

[Chorus: Sticky Fingaz]
You wanna wild out, come on! Act up, come on!
Throw guns, come on! Smoke 'dro, come on!
Fuck hoes, come on! Make dough, come on!
What?! We can do it kid however you want!
You wanna wild out, come on!
Act up, come on! Start beef, come on!
Make money, come on! Throw guns, come on!
Fuck hoes, come on! What?
We can do it kid however you want!
Yeah, aha!

[Interlude: Kirk & Sammy]
โ€” Cโ€™mon [?] mutha fucka Iโ€™ll murder you
โ€” [?]
โ€” Thatโ€™s what happened nigga



All comments from YouTube:

Khristian Ortiz

One of the most slept on albums ever!

Eddie

Thats a fucking fact

Devon Ford

what a banger.they don't make whiling out tracks like this no more.industrys to soft.

Christopher Stewart

That energy is straight wild to this beat...

Gregative Zone

I might have played this album more than any that dropped in 2001.

hendythehalfwit henderson

This shit is legend

C Dohh

it dropped late 2000 on bootleg! but me too lol

Christopher Stewart

That energy is straight wild to this beat...

๐–๐–Ž๐–“๐–ž๐–‘

[Intro: Sticky Fingaz & sample]
Do you feel the way I feel?
Feel that shit nigga
Do you feel the way I feel?
Do you fucking feel it?

[Chorus: Sticky Fingaz]
You wanna wild out, come on! Act up, come on!
Throw guns, come on! Smoke 'dro, come on!
Fuck hoes, come on! Make dough, come on!
What?! We can do it kid however you want!
You wanna wild out, come on!
Act up, come on! Start beef, come on!
Make money, come on! Throw guns, come on!
Fuck hoes, come on! What?
We can do it kid however you want!

[Verse 1: Sticky Fingaz]
Oh you ain't know? Sticky Fingaz went solo
And got the whole hood in a choke hold
Radio locked like I was po-po, you rappers get no dough
I make you have oral sex with the .44
I'm unstable, get cash under the table
I blaze you, not even God could save you
What? I ain't having it, I'm ignorant and arrogant
Dogs couldn't sniff me out, cause I ain't have a scent
Your wifey's checking me, said I had sex appeal
Been hitting niggas' girls way before the record deal
Let me make it clear just so it's understood:
That don't make you no thug cause you from the hood
My nine's stainless, I speak in sign language
My mind changes, every time the wind blows
Gunshots got me jumping out of second story windows
Beef on impulse, you get murdered over insults

[Chorus: Sticky Fingaz]
You wanna wild out, come on! Act up, come on!
Throw guns, come on! Smoke 'dro, come on!
Fuck hoes, come on! Make dough, come on!
What?! We can do it kid however you want!
You wanna wild out, come on!
Act up, come on! Start beef, come on!
Make money, come on! Throw guns, come on!
Fuck hoes, come on! What?
We can do it kid however you want!

[Verse 2: Sticky Fingaz]
Goddamn I'm hungry and it's time to eat
I'm the worst thing since crack to hit the street
The man that could murder me, I'm dying to meet
Rather fuck your own seed than shoot a 5 with me
I don't take shit from no man, I set up my own fam
I never was a kid, came out the pussy a grown man
I slept in a slum, I'm second to none
I give you ten seconds to run, 9, 7, 3, 2, blow!
Half my niggas ain't gon' never see sunlight
Got twenty stitches under my navel from a gunfight
You better watch your back for them thug hoes
I believe in safe sex and go to bed with the snub nose
Rhyme like my life on the line, I'm nice with the nine
Knocking out big niggas twice my size
So take a dirt nap when normal people slept I used to purse snatch
A bullet costs a quarter but your life ain't even worth that

[Chorus: Sticky Fingaz]
You wanna wild out, come on! Act up, come on!
Throw guns, come on! Smoke 'dro, come on!
Fuck hoes, come on! Make dough, come on!
What?! We can do it kid however you want!
You wanna wild out, come on!
Act up, come on! Start beef, come on!
Make money, come on! Throw guns, come on!
Fuck hoes, come on! What?
We can do it kid however you want!

[Verse 3: Sticky Fingaz]
It's a whole new me, but the same old you
We had beef before, well deja vu
Never seen nothing like this I rip your whole crew
Ever thought about death? That's what you 'bout to go through
I stay to myself, I'm antisocial
I ghost you and wild out like I'm supposed to
My rollie got a body son, it costs a life
Every time it tick I can see the soul on ice
I call a hotline, to get yours, I got mine
And son I got Glock 9s, TEC-9s, MAC-10s, 11s and 12s
.22s, .25s, .32s, .38s, .44s, .45s, AK-47s
Don't be a smartass, I put a hole in your forehead
Stomp you out and beat your ass to syllables
You stupid mother..., be lucky I ain't killing you all
I hung myself on my umbilical cord

[Chorus: Sticky Fingaz]
You wanna wild out, come on! Act up, come on!
Throw guns, come on! Smoke 'dro, come on!
Fuck hoes, come on! Make dough, come on!
What?! We can do it kid however you want!
You wanna wild out, come on!
Act up, come on! Start beef, come on!
Make money, come on! Throw guns, come on!
Fuck hoes, come on! What?
We can do it kid however you want!
Yeah, aha!

[Interlude: Kirk & Sammy]
โ€” Cโ€™mon [?] mutha fucka Iโ€™ll murder you
โ€” [?]
โ€” Thatโ€™s what happened nigga

Richard Hoskins

Absolutely!!! Iโ€™ve been saying that shit for years! For some reason this song and 2 others is cut out from the album.

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