Feel So Good Lyrics - Harlem World - Mase

You ready, Mase? 

Party people 

In the place to be 

It's about that time 

For us to 

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 

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) 

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 

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) 

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 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 

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) 

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) 

Bad, bad, bad, bad boy