Feel So Good

You ready Mase? Party people In the place to be It's about that time For us to Yeah, uh-huh 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 Nigga what? Jig with the cut Sip Cris, spit it up Hoes ride, get your nut Till I can't get it up I'm a big man, give this man room I'ma 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 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 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 wanna be me Nigga's talkin' shit 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 seing cars Cause they alternate So while you daydream Mama's city gleam And I deal with hoes 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 ball Six cars in power The five big stars Phillip, C, O, Chaz smokin' on cigars Nigga It's like ya'll Be talkin' funny I don't understand language In people with short money Come on 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 nuthin' 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 nuthin 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 ya'll 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