Mase - Feel So Good Lyrics
You ready mase?Party peopleIn the place to be (uh huh)Its about that timeFor us to (yeah, uh huh)Yo, what you know about goin outHead west, red lex, tvs all up in the headrestTry and live it upRide true, a bigger truckPeeps all glittered upStick up can, they go what?Jig wit it cuz ship crisp, split it allHos ride, get your nut till I cant get it upIm a big man, give this man roomId a hit everything, from cancun to grants tombWhy you standin on the wall?Hand on your ballsLighting up drugs always fightin in the clubIm the reason they made the dress codeThey figure I wouldnt wild when Im in my french clothesDress as I suppose, from my neck to my toesNeck full of gold, baguettes in my rollsWreck shows, collect those, extra osBuy the e, get a key, to the lex to holdEast, west, every state, come on, bury the hateMillions, the only thing we in a hurry to makeAre the friend that acts friend in a lex or a benzLets begin, bring this bs to an endCome on1 - bad, bad, bad, bad boyYou make me feel so goodYou know you make me feel so goodYou know you make me feel so goodBad, bad, bad, bad boyI wouldnt change you if I couldI wouldnt change you if I couldI wouldnt change you if I couldAh ahYou cant understand we be waikikiSippin dp to the tv, look greedyLittle kids see me, way out in dcWith a z3, chrome vbs, they wanna be meNiggas talkin shit they ought to quitIm fortunate they dont see a fourth what I getAnd those be the same ones walkin while I whipJust stylishing cars cuz they all true nigSo while you daydream my mercedes gleamAnd I deal with hos that pose in maybelineOne time you had it all I aint mad at yallNow give me the catalog, Ill show you how daddy boughtSix cars and power to fire big starsSit up, ceo style, smokin on cigars, niggaIts like yall be talkin funnyI dont understand language of people with short moneyCome onRepeat 1Ah ahDo mase got the ladies?Do puff drive mercedes?Take hits from the 80s?But do it sound so crazy?Well me personally, its nothin personalI do what work for me, you do what work for youAnd I dress with what I was blessed withNever been arrested for nothin domesticAnd I chill the way you met meWith a jet ski attached to a seSmoke my nestle, no mad rap-ass catWhere my check be?Problem with yall I say it directlyWent from hard to sweet, starved to eatFrom no hoes at shows to menage in suitesNow I be the cat that be hard to meetGettin head from girlsThat used to hardly speakCome onRepeat 1 until fadeMaseHarlem worldBad boyGoodfellaz babyYeahAnd we wont stopCuz we cant stopMason bethaYeahOwwwww, come on