Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Ma$e - Feel so good ------------------------------------------ You ready Mase? Party people In the place to be (Uh huh) Itīs about that time For us to (Yeah, uh huh) Yo, what you know about goinī out Head west, red Lex, TVīs 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 Hoīs ride, get your nut ītill I canīt get it up Iīm a big man, give this man room Iīd a hit everything, from Cancun to Grantīs tomb Why you standinī on the wall? Hand on your balls Lighting up drugs always fightinī in the club Iīm the reason they made the dress code They figure I wouldnīt wild when Iīm 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 Oīs 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 actīs friend in a Lex or a Benz Letīs begin, bring this BS to an end Come on [1] - 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 wouldnīt change you if I could I wouldnīt change you if I could I wouldnīt change you if I could Ah ah You canīt understand we be Waikiki Sippinī DP to the TV, look greedy Little kids see me, way out in DC With a Z3, chrome VBīs, they wanna be me Niggaīs talkinī shit they ought to quit Iīm fortunate they donīt see a fourth what I get And those be the same ones walkinī while I whip Just stylishing cars cuz they all true Nigī So while you daydream my Mercedes gleam And I deal with hoīs that pose in Maybeline One time you had it all I ainīt mad at yaīll Now give me the catalog, Iīll show you how daddy bought Six cars and power to fire big stars Sit up, CEO style, smokinī on cigars, nigga Itīs like yaīll be talkinī funny I donīt understand language of people with short money Come on [Repeat 1] Ah ah Do Mase got the ladies? Do Puff drive Mercedes? Take hits from the 80īs? But do it sound so crazy? Well me personally, Itīs nothinī 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 nothinī 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 yaīll 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 Gettinī head from girls That used to hardly speak Come on [Repeat 1 until fade] Mase Harlem World Bad Boy Goodfellaz baby Yeah And we wonīt stop Cuz we canīt stop Mason Betha Yeah Owwwww, come on