Feel So Good (Album Version)

Feel So Good (Album Version)

Mase

You ready Mase?
Party people
In the place to be
It's about that time
For us to
Yeah, uh-huh

[First Verse]
Yo, what you know about goin' out?
Head wet, red Lex
TV's all up in the headrest
Try and live it up

Ride into
Bigger truck
Peace all
Glittered up

Sticker kid
N**** what? Jig with the cut
Sip Cris, spit it up
Hoes ride, get your nut

'Til I can't get it up
I'm a big man, give this man room
I'm a hit everything, from Cancun to man's tomb
Why you standin' on the wall?

Hangin' on your balls
Lighting up drugs
Always fightin' in the club
I'm the reason they made the dress code

They figure I wouldn't wild when I'm in my French clothes
Dress as I suppose, from my neck to my toes
Neck full of gold, but gets in my Rolls
Reck shows, collect those, extra O's

Buy an E, get a key, to the Lex
To hold, East, West, every state
Come on, bury the hate
Millions the only thing

We in the area to make
Better friend or ex-friend
In a Lex or a Benz
Let's begin

Bring this BS to an end
Come on

[Chorus]
Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
You make me feel so good
You know you make me feel so good
You know you make me feel so good

Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
I wouldn't change you if i could
I wouldn't change you if i could
I wouldn't change you if i could

[Verse Two]
You can't understand, we be
Ride kinky, sippin' DP
To the TV, look greedy
Little kids see me, way out in DC

With a Z3, chrome VB's
They want to be me
N****'s talkin' s***
They ought to quit

I'm fortunate
They don't see a fourth what I get
And those be the same ones walkin' while I whip
Just started seeing cars

'Cause they alternate
So while you daydream
Mama's city gleam
And I deal with hoes

That pose
In Maybelline
One time you had it all
I ain't mad at y'all

Now give me the catalog
I'll show you how daddy ball
Six cars in power
The five big stars

Phillip, see, O, Chaz smokin' on cigars
N****
It's like ya'll
Be talkin' funny

I don't understand language
In people with short money
Come on

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Do Mase got the ladies? Yeah, yeah
Do Puff drive Mercedes? Yeah, yeah
Take hits from the 80's? Yeah, yeah
But do it sound so crazy? Yeah, yeah

Well me personally
It's nothin' personal
I do what work for me
You do what work for you

And I dress with what I was blessed with
Never been arrested
For nothin' domestic
And I chill

They way you met me
With a jet ski
Attached to a SE
Smoke my Nestle

No mad rap
Ask Cat
Where my check be?
Problem with y'all

I say it directly
Went from hard to sweeps
Started to eat
From no hoes at shows

To manaj in suites
Now I be the cat
That be hard to meet
Gettin' head from girls

That used to hardly speak
Come on

[Chorus: x5]

Written by WESTFIELD, ALLEN / SMITH, CLAYDES / BELL, ROBERT / BROWN, GEORGE / MICKENS, ROBERT / THOMAS, DENNIS / BELL, RONALD / DERMER, LARRY / GALDO, JOE / VIGIL, RAFAEL / COMBS, SEAN / ANGELETTIE, DERIC / BETHA, MASON "MASE"
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, Foreign Imported Productions & Publishing

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