Pudgee tha Phat Bastard - How U Feel About That lyrics

[Pudgee] Now I'm versatile in style and it'll be worth your while Stand still and chill listen closely for a while I think along the lines of Charles Manson Know your card, play hard and get scarred like Marla Hanson I'm on the path of head headed heading for stardom By the time you get props, David Duke'll be in Harlem I wanna see you get paid, fat checks and G's Like I want Roseanne Barr to do a strip tease And it'd be nice if you could flow hip-hop But bout when you get sk**s Dominicans will be wearin socks What I who else no one else but you do for self Can't be a teacher if you're in a cla** by yourself With no time for prejudice so I'm color blind I got bigger things like homicide on my mind On track I only track to Trakmasterz tracks Now how you feel about that? [Chorus x2: whispered] How you feel about that, how you feel about that How you feel about that, how you feel [Pudgee] No pushover, harder than Martina Navratilova Got the "Saturday Night Fever" like John Travolta No matter what be the mood rude is right up my alley Go along with the 4 Seasons like Frankie Vali Like yellow fellows at the end of this tunnel So honies come in and let your hair down, just like Rapunzel Anything I'll try, controversy I despise it No pain I got the "Wicked Game" like Chris Isaak In the crowd you wanna spot me, to get me you can't miss me Followed by "10 Little Indians" Agatha Christie More _Juice_ than _Beetle_ can you find a needle in the hay? I'm a number like one or two hotter than a summer day I like chicks with cla**, not a ho that swing low I want the p**y to be tighter than a (..) man with his dough Oh, and if not then maybe I can hit it from the back Now how you feel about that? [Chorus] [Pudgee] I rock the professional unquestionable style And I bet you will fiend for what I kick, on a regular schedule Like an addict, you are what describe with an addiction Not to substances, but no to my diction How you feel about that? Your answer better be great Lyrics fat like Nell Carter, umm please give me a break I'm turnin parties out no doubt whatever that you give me Don't need a +Terry Lewis+ to see me +Jam+ like +Jimmy+ In other words it's a part of my nature that I come get raw And let it all hang out like a b**h without a bra You tried and you tried but your project was failin Now you're gettin treated like a door to door salesman So what you toothpick here's a buck don't feel sorry Go get yourself a +Light+, y'know I mean a +Miller+, like +Barney+ Or if you don't want that and don't wanna make a comeback Just give the sh** up, now how you feel about that? [Chorus: repeat to end]