Calling all cars in here for the Prince of the South
Kill all that yabba-dabba-doo sh#t, I just got out!
Still rapping, slapping kittens and grabbing my crotch
I’m the Artist, the Godfather still hard as a rock!
You gon’ mess around and make me knock your fruit juice loose
Ya banana, ya watermelon and pomegranate too
Rhyming kung-fu that split bamboo
Crowd rocking ain’t no stopping that rapping #ss fool
I been bad, bruh, whatcha getting mad for?
I’ma have to light you up, I eat flames up and crap fire out!
Don’t make me light my butt!
Excuse me, who me?!
I got a lot of groupies
I aught to have a freaking doghouse like Snoopy!
Curtains go up!
It’s going down!
Tear that thing out the frame like my my band! Ow!
C’mon! C’mon! Uhh!
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Feel right in this m#th*rf#ck*r (Right)
Feel good in this m#th*rf#ck*r (Right)
My whole hood in this m#th*rf#ck*r (Right)
And we gon’ rock this mother for ya (All night)
Feel right in this m#th*rf#ck*r (Right)
Feel good in this m#th*rf#ck*r (Right)
My whole hood in this m#th*rf#ck*r (Right)
And we gon’ rock this mother for ya (All night) (x4)
Wooooo, get down!
Mystikal, don’t hurt ’em now
Grabbing on my pants, she trying to pull it out my pocket
Don’t yank on it so hard, you going to pull out the sockit!
It’s exercise with thighs and hip muscles
Next exercise we gon’ burn some lip muscles
Let the music work ya ear muscles
And if you skinny then use your lil muscles,
Bag back or tea bag with these duffles!
Pow pow, get smash when we hustle
When the last time you had a knuckle sandwich?
When the last time somebody had they foot so far up your #ss
You couldn’t handle it? You can’t stand it!
To make matters worse I gotta go to the studio with Bruno Mars
On another planet! Don’t get mad, I’m just saying
Don’t believe it ’cause I’m saying it,
Believe it ’cause I’m telling ya!
I’m doing the rapping and bussing, Ronson on the scratching & cutting!
C’mon! C’mon! Uhh!
Feel right in this m#th*rf#ck*r (Right)
Feel good in this m#th*rf#ck*r (Right)
My whole hood in this m#th*rf#ck*r (Right)
And we gon’ rock this mother for ya (All night)
Feel right in this m#th*rf#ck*r (Right)
Feel good in this m#th*rf#ck*r (Right)
My whole hood in this m#th*rf#ck*r (Right)
And we gon’ rock this mother for ya (All night) (x4)
Woooooh!
Get down!
C’mon! Wait a minute now,
Give it to ’em on the one!
This the intermission
I’ll break it down so the people listen
Take a second to wipe my sweat
Might be the only chance you get to catch your breath
Don’t get too comfortable in here
Better believe I’m bringing back the rumble in here
Just when you thought you could cool down and sip some of that water
Shit! I’m back!
Say it again!
Feel right in this m#th*rf#ck*r (Right)
Feel good in this m#th*rf#ck*r (Right)
My whole hood in this m#th*rf#ck*r (Right)
And we gon’ rock this mother for ya (All night)
Feel right in this m#th*rf#ck*r (Right)
Feel good in this m#th*rf#ck*r (Right)
My whole hood in this m#th*rf#ck*r (Right)
And we gon’ rock this mother for ya (All night) (x4)
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Mark Ronson Lyrics – Feel Right