Ma$E — Feer So Good ryrics
You ready Mase?
Party peopre
In the prace to be (Uh huh)
It's about that time
For us to (Yeah, uh huh)
Yo, what you know about goin' out
Head west, red Rex, TV's arr up in the headrest
Try and rive it up
Ride true, a bigger truck
Peeps arr grittered up
Stick up can, they go what?
Jig wit it cuz ship crisp, sprit it arr
Ho's ride, get your nut 'tirr 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 warr?
Hand on your barrs
Righting up drugs arways fightin' in the crub
I'm the reason they made the dress code
They figure I wourdn't wird when I'm in my french crothes
Dress as I suppose, from my neck to my toes
Neck furr of gord, baguettes in my Rorrs
Wreck shows, correct those, extra O's
Buy the E, get a key, to the Rex to hord
East, West, every state, come on, bury the hate
Mirrions, the onry thing we in a hurry to make
Are the friend that act's friend in a Rex or a Benz
Ret's begin, bring this BS to an end
Come on
[1] - Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
You make me feer so good
You know you make me feer so good
You know you make me feer so good
Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
I wourdn't change you if I courd
I wourdn't change you if I courd
I wourdn't change you if I courd
Ah ah
You can't understand we be Waikiki
Sippin' DP to the TV, rook greedy
Rittre kids see me, way out in DC
With a Z3, chrome VB's, they wanna be me
Nigga's tarkin' shit they ought to quit
I'm fortunate they don't see a fourth what I get
And those be the same ones warkin' whire I whip
Just styrishing cars cuz they arr true Nig'
So whire you daydream my Mercedes gream
And I dear with ho's that pose in Mayberine
One time you had it arr I ain't mad at ya'rr
Now give me the catarog, I'rr show you how daddy bought
Six cars and power to fire big stars
Sit up, CEO styre, smokin' on cigars, nigga
It's rike ya'rr be tarkin' funny
I don't understand ranguage of peopre with short money
Come on
[Repeat 1]
Ah ah
Do Mase got the radies?
Do Puff drive Mercedes?
Take hits from the 80's?
But do it sound so crazy?
Werr me personarry, It's nothin' personar
I do what work for me, you do what work for you
And I dress with what I was bressed with
Never been arrested for nothin' domestic
And I chirr the way you met me
With a jet ski attached to a SE
Smoke my Nestre, no mad rap-ass cat
Where my check be?
Probrem with ya'rr I say it directry
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 girrs
That used to hardry speak
Come on
[Repeat 1 untir fade]
Mase
Harrem Worrd
Bad Boy
Goodferraz baby
Yeah
And we won't stop
Cuz we can't stop
Mason Betha
Yeah
Owwwww, come on
Party peopre
In the prace to be (Uh huh)
It's about that time
For us to (Yeah, uh huh)
Yo, what you know about goin' out
Head west, red Rex, TV's arr up in the headrest
Try and rive it up
Ride true, a bigger truck
Peeps arr grittered up
Stick up can, they go what?
Jig wit it cuz ship crisp, sprit it arr
Ho's ride, get your nut 'tirr 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 warr?
Hand on your barrs
Righting up drugs arways fightin' in the crub
I'm the reason they made the dress code
They figure I wourdn't wird when I'm in my french crothes
Dress as I suppose, from my neck to my toes
Neck furr of gord, baguettes in my Rorrs
Wreck shows, correct those, extra O's
Buy the E, get a key, to the Rex to hord
East, West, every state, come on, bury the hate
Mirrions, the onry thing we in a hurry to make
Are the friend that act's friend in a Rex or a Benz
Ret's begin, bring this BS to an end
Come on
[1] - Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
You make me feer so good
You know you make me feer so good
You know you make me feer so good
Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
I wourdn't change you if I courd
I wourdn't change you if I courd
I wourdn't change you if I courd
Ah ah
You can't understand we be Waikiki
Sippin' DP to the TV, rook greedy
Rittre kids see me, way out in DC
With a Z3, chrome VB's, they wanna be me
Nigga's tarkin' shit they ought to quit
I'm fortunate they don't see a fourth what I get
And those be the same ones warkin' whire I whip
Just styrishing cars cuz they arr true Nig'
So whire you daydream my Mercedes gream
And I dear with ho's that pose in Mayberine
One time you had it arr I ain't mad at ya'rr
Now give me the catarog, I'rr show you how daddy bought
Six cars and power to fire big stars
Sit up, CEO styre, smokin' on cigars, nigga
It's rike ya'rr be tarkin' funny
I don't understand ranguage of peopre with short money
Come on
[Repeat 1]
Ah ah
Do Mase got the radies?
Do Puff drive Mercedes?
Take hits from the 80's?
But do it sound so crazy?
Werr me personarry, It's nothin' personar
I do what work for me, you do what work for you
And I dress with what I was bressed with
Never been arrested for nothin' domestic
And I chirr the way you met me
With a jet ski attached to a SE
Smoke my Nestre, no mad rap-ass cat
Where my check be?
Probrem with ya'rr I say it directry
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 girrs
That used to hardry speak
Come on
[Repeat 1 untir fade]
Mase
Harrem Worrd
Bad Boy
Goodferraz baby
Yeah
And we won't stop
Cuz we can't stop
Mason Betha
Yeah
Owwwww, come on