The Neptunes - I Feel Good lyrics

[Intro: Z-Ro] Hold up mayne.. You nawmsayin? What up to that boy Pusha T I know you f**ing with me mayne, showing you some love back you nawmsayin [Verse 1: Z-Ro] Hold up I feel good, doing this sh** for my hood You ain't got to show no love Cause I'm a mothaf**ing thug And I can buy my own d** I don't need help So guess what, I'ma help myself Hit the dopeman and buy my sack Hit the weedman and buy my pack Straight like that, never will [?] It's the n***a Ro, I'm holding my dick bone Free my n***a Michael Corleone Let him come home, so he can ride chrome Mayne, let a n***a just go off Going so hard, I never go soft I'm my own boss, I'm the employer n***a like me, I've payed my lawyer Like Tom Sawyer, keep my [?] up Drink my cup till it's empty then refill it up n***a fell off but I brought it right back Bet I'd put a hole in your mothaf**ing head I don't give a f** about n***a none of y'all If all y'all bumping, I murder everyone of y'all Ain't no thing, like a chicken wing Coming down Fondren, right on Main Maybe Hillcroft, I'ma pop a pill Higher than a mountain top, higher than a hill What the f** you feel, Houston, Texas No love for plexers, wear my vest to breakfast Always mean, never ever happy How do I get my money? I get it snappy n***a like Rotha, Relvis, it's Silly D n***a I don't give a f** if you ain't feeling me Cause, I represent the Mo Everybody at the barbershop ain't no ho Showing much love, never been a scrub n***a I'ma crip and my n***a is a blood Straight like that, it ain't no beefing A million mothaf**ing dollars ho, that's what we seeking And we going get it, then we going split it A bad bad b**h, I bet a hundred I'd hit it b**h I ain't a ho, never been a trick I'ma tell you one time, raise up off the dick What up Screwed Up Click, that's my fam And the master kush, I got a thousand grams Talking about bags, talking about sacks Screw blue candy paint homie on the back, and the front, and the side, and the doors And leave a n***a frozen He's all outlined in chalk, about to be going To another mothaf**ing place, cause I put the bullet in his mothaf**ing face Free my n***a Pharoah, and free my n***a Grace It's the n***a Ro, and my flow is straight laced Slowing my pace, I'ma win the race n***a like Rother Vandross, I got space I'm talking about outer, Pluto, and Neptune It's the n***a Ro, I ain't the one you wanna step to Out on Mars, f**ing yellow stars Plenty yellow brauds, plenty cars Plenty plenty clothes, plenty flows I hit the Chase Bank I got plenty dough n***a and I bet that, and the candy I'ma wet that Pull out the Calico, beware b**h get that..