Bad Boy Records - Feel So Good lyrics

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Bad Boy Records - Feel So Good lyrics

[Intro] You ready Mase? Party people in the place to be It's about that time for us to (screams) [Verse 1] 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 Piece all glittered up, stick up kid, n***a what? Jig with a cut sip Cris? Spit it up Ho's ride, get your nut 'till I can't get it up I'm a big man, give this man room I done hit everything, from Cancun to Grant's tomb Why you standin' on the wall? Hand on your balls Lighting up d** 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 fresh 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 Whether friend or ex-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 (that's what we do) 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 til' the TV, look 3D Little kids see me, way out in DC With a Z3, chrome BB's, they wanna be me n***a's talkin' sh** 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 because they auctioned it 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 ball Six cars and power to fire big stars Sit up, CEO style, smokin' on cigars, n***a It's like ya'll be talkin' funny I don't understand language of people with short money 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 (that's what we do) 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 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-ASCAP 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 Gettin' head from girls That used to hardly speak 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 boy that's what we do) 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 Come on Lets go 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 Come on Bad, bad, bad, bad boy (don't stop) I wouldn't change you if I could I wouldn't change you if I could I wouldn't change you if I could Mase Harlem World Bad Boy Goodfellaz baby Yeah And we won't stop Cuz we can't stop Mason Betha Yeah Owwwww, come on