Mase - Feel So Good Lyrics

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 goin’ 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 standin’ on the wall? Hand 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, 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 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 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, smokin’ on cigars, nigga It’s like y’all be talkin’ 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 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 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 y’all 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 Gettin’ 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 Mase Lyrics Feel So Good Lyrics