Feel Right

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