Mase Lyrics
Feel So Good
You ready Mase?
Party people
In the place to be
It's about that time
For us to
Yeah, uh-huh
First Verse:
Yo, what you know about goin out? Head wet, red Lex
TV's all up in the headrest
Try and live it up, ride into
Bigger truck, peace all, glittered up, sticker kid
Nigga what? Jig with the cut, sip Cris, spit it up
Hoes ride, get your nut till I can't get it up
I'm a big man, give this man room
I'ma hit everything, from Cancun to Grant's Tomb
Why you standin' on the wall? Hangin 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, but gets in my Rolls
Reck shows, collect those, extra O's
Buy an E, get a key, to the Lex
To hold, East, West, every state come on, bury the hate
Millions the only thing we in the area to make
Better friend or ex-friend, in a Lex or a Benz
Let's begin, bring this BS to an end
Come on
Chorus:
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
Verse Two:
You can't understand, we be
Ride kinky, 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, niggaz 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 started seing cars, cause they alternate
So while you daydream, Mama's city gleam
And I deal with hoes that pose in Maybeline
One time you had it all, I ain't mad at ya'll
Now give me the catalogue, I'll show you how Daddy ball
Six cars in power, the five big stars
Phillip, C, O, Chaz smokin' on cigars, nigga
It's like ya'll be talkin funny
I don't understand language in people with short money
Come on
Chorus
Verse Three:
Do Mase got the ladies? Yeah, yeah
Do Puff drive Mercedes? Yeah, yeah
Take hits from the 80's? Yeah, yeah
But do it sound so crazy? Yeah, yeah
Well me personally, it's nuthin 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 nuthin domestic
And I chill, the way you met me
With a jet ski, attached to a SE
Smoke my Nestle, no mad rap
Ask Cat, where my check be?
Problem with y'all I say it directly
Went from hard to sweeps 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
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