Feel So Good
(专辑: Harlem World - 1997)
You ready Mase? Party people In the
place to be (Uh huh) It's about that time For us to (Yeah, uh huh) Yo, what you know about going out Head west, red Lex, TV's all up in the
headrest Try and live it up Ride true, a
bigger truck Peeps all glittered up Stick up can, they go what? Jig wit it cuz ship crisp, split it all Ho's ride, get your nut 'till I
can't get it up I'm a
big man, give this man room I'd a
hit everything, from Cancun to Grant's tomb Why you standing on the
wall? Hand on your balls Lighting up drugs always fighting 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, baguettes in my Rolls Wreck shows, collect those, extra O's Buy the
E, get a
key, to the
Lex to hold East, West, every state, come on, bury the
hate Millions, the
only thing we in a
hurry to make Are the
friend that act's friend in a
Lex or a
Benz Let's begin, bring this BS to an end Come on [1] 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 Ah ah You can't understand we be Waikiki Sipping DP to the
TV, look greedy Little kids see me, way out in DC With a
Z3, chrome VB's, they wanna be me Nigga's talking shit they ought to quit I'm fortunate they don't see a
fourth what I
get And those be the
same ones walking while I
whip Just stylishing cars cuz they all true Nig' So while you daydream my Mercedes gleam And I
deal with ho's that pose in Maybeline One time you had it all I
ain't mad at ya'll Now give me the
catalog, I'll show you how daddy bought Six cars and power to fire big stars Sit up, CEO style, smoking on cigars, nigga It's like ya'll be talking funny I
don't understand language of people with short money Come on [Repeat 1] Ah ah Do Mase got the
ladies? Do Puff drive Mercedes? Take hits from the
80's? But do it sound so crazy? Well me personally, It's nothing 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 nothing domestic And I
chill the
way you met me With a
jet ski attached to a
SE Smoke my Nestle, no mad rap-ass cat Where my check be? Problem with ya'll I
say it directly Went from hard to sweet, starved to eat From no hoes at shows to menage in suites Now I
be the
cat that be hard to meet Getting head from girls That used to hardly speak Come on [Repeat 1
until fade] Mase Harlem World Bad Boy Goodfellaz baby Yeah And we won't stop Cuz we can't stop Mason Betha Yeah Owwwww, come on