Feel Right (feat. Mystikal)

Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Mystikal

Calling all cars in here for the Prince of the South
Fuck that yabba-dabba-doo shit, bitch, I just got out
Still rapping, slapping kittens and grabbing my cock
I'm the artist, the godfather still hard as a rock

You gon' fuck 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, what you getting mad for?
I'm gon' have to fuck you up
I eat flames up, shit fire out
Don't make me light my butt
Excuse me, who me? I got a lot of groupies
Out to have a freaking doghouse like Snoopy
Curtains go up, it's going down
Tear that thing out the frame like my band, ow
Come on, come on, uh

Feel right in this motherfucker (right)
Feel good in this motherfucker (right)
My whole hood in this motherfucker (right)
And we gon' rock this motherfucker (all night)

Feel right in this motherfucker (right)
Feel good in this motherfucker (right)
My whole hood in this motherfucker (right)
And we gon' rock this motherfucker (all night)

And we gon' rock this motherfucker (all night)
And we gon' rock this motherfucker (all night)

Woo, get down

Mystikal, don't hurt 'em now

Grabbing on my pants, she trying to pull it out my pocket
Don't yank on the motherfucker so hard, you're gonna pull it 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're skinny, then use your little 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? Huh?
When the last time, a nigga had a 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 saying
Don't believe it 'cause I'm saying it
Believe it 'cause I'm telling you
I'm doing the rappin' and bussin'
Ronson, on the scratchin' and cuttin'
Come on, come on, uh

Feel right in this motherfucker (right)
Feel good in this motherfucker (right)
My whole hood in this motherfucker (right)
And we gon' rock this motherfucker (all night)

Feel right in this motherfucker (right)
Feel good in this motherfucker (right)
My whole hood in this motherfucker (right)
And we gon' rock this motherfucker (all night)

And we gon' rock this motherfucker (all night)
And we gon' rock this motherfucker (all night)

Woo, 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, a nigga back
Say it again

Feel right in this motherfucker (right)
Feel good in this motherfucker (right)
My whole hood in this motherfucker (right)
And we gon' rock this motherfucker (all night)

Feel right in this motherfucker (right)
Feel good in this motherfucker (right)
My whole hood in this motherfucker (right)
And we gon' rock this motherfucker (all night)

And we gon' rock this motherfucker (all night)
And we gon' rock this motherfucker (all night)

Ladies and gentlemen, one more time
Put your hands together for Mystikal
Don't it feel good?
Ain't he making us feel good tonight?
Thank you Mr. Ronson for bringing us together this evening
We gon' go ahead and head over to the after party
We'll see y'all uptown, c'mon



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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