Feel Right (feat. Mystikal)

Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Mystikal

Calling all cars in here for the Prince of the South
Kill that yabba-dabba-doo shit, 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
Banana, your watermelon and pomegranate too
Rhyming kung-fu that split bamboo
Crowd rocking, ain't no stopping that rapping ass fool
I been bad bruh, whatcha getting mad for?
I'm gon' 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 ought to have a freaking doghouse like Snoopy
Curtains go up
It's going down
Tear that thing out the frame for my band, ow
Come on, come on, uh

Feel right in this mutha- (right)
Feel good in this mutha- (right)
My whole hood in this mutha- (right)
And we gon' rock this mother for ya (all night)

Feel right in this mutha- (right)
Feel good in this mutha- (right)
My whole hood in this mutha- (right)
And we gon' rock this mother for ya (all night)
And we gon' rock this mother for ya (all night)
Yeah, we gon' rock this mother for ya (all night)

Get down, Mystikal
Don't hurt 'em now

She grabbing on my pants, she trying to pull it out my pocket
Don't yank on it so hard, you gonna pull out the socket
It's exercise with thighs and hip muscles
Next exercise we gon' burn some lip muscles
Let the music work your ear muscles
And if you skinny then use your lil' muscles
Bag back or tea bag with these duffles
Pow-pow, pow, get smashed when we hustle

When the last time you had a knuckle sandwich?
When the last time somebody had they foot so far up your ass
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 sayin'

Don't believe it 'cause I'm sayin' it
Believe it 'cause I'm telling you
I'm doing the rapping and bussing
Ronson on the scratching and cutting
Come on, come on

Feel right in this mutha- (right)
Feel good in this mutha- (right)
My whole hood in this mutha- (right)
And we gon' rock this mother for ya (all night)

Feel right in this mutha- (right)
Feel good in this mutha- (right)
My whole hood in this mutha- (right)
And we gon' rock this mother for ya (all night)
And we gon' rock this mother for ya (all night)
Yeah we gon' rock this mother for ya (all night)

Woah
Get down
Come on, 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 mutha- (right)
Feel good in this mutha- (right)
My whole hood in this mutha- (right)
And we gon' rock this mother for ya (all night)

Feel right in this mutha- (right)
Feel good in this mutha- (right)
My whole hood in this mutha- (right)
And we gon' rock this mother for ya (all night)
And we gon' rock this mother for ya (all night)
Yeah we gon' rock this mother for ya (all night)

Ladies and gentlemen, one more time
Put your hands together for Mystikal
Don't it feel good
Ain't he makin' us feel good tonight?
Thank you Mr. Ronson for bringing us together this evening
We're gon' go ahead and head on to that afterparty
We'll see y'all uptown, come on



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Gene Hernandez, Homer Steinweiss, Thomas R. Brenneck, Nick Movshon, Michael L. Tyler, Mark Ronson, Christopher Steven Brown, Philip Martin Lawrence Ii, Jeffrey Nath Bhasker
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