メイス – フィールソーグッド Lyrics

You ready Mase?
Party people
In the place to be uh huh
Its about that time
For us to yeah, uh huh
Yo, what you know about goin out
Head west, red Lex, TVs 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 with it, cuz, ship crisp, split it all
– Ride, get your nut til I cant get it up
Im a big man, give this man room
Id a hit everything, from Cancun to Grants tomb
Why you standin on the wall?
Hand on your –
Lighting up drugs, always fightin in the club
Im the reason they made the dress code
They figure I wouldnt wild when Im in my French clothes
Dress as I suppose, from my neck to my toes
Neck full of gold, b- in my Rolls
Wreck shows, collect those, extra Os
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 acts friend in a Lex or a Benz
Lets begin, bring this BS to an end
Come on
Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
You make me feel so good bad boy
You know, you make me feel so good yeah
You know, you make me feel so good thats all we do
Bad, bad, bad, bad boy cmon
I wouldnt change you if I could
I wouldnt change you if I could yeah
I wouldnt change you if I could eh, eh, cmon
You cant understand we be, Waikiki
Sippin DP to the TV, look greedy
Little kids see me, way out in DC
With a Z3, chrome VBs, they wanna be me
– Talkin – they ought to quit
Im fortunate they dont see a fourth what I get
And those be the same ones walkin while I whip
Just stylishing cars cause they all true Nig
So while you daydream, my Mercedes gleam
And I deal with – that pose in Maybelline
One time you had it all, I aint mad at yall
Now give me the catalog, Ill show you how daddy bought thats right
Six cars and power to fire big stars
Sit up, CEO style, smokin on cigars
Its like yall be talkin funny
I dont understand language of people with short money cmon now
Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
You make me feel so good cmon now
You know, you make me feel so good yeah
You know, you make me feel so good thats all we do
Bad, bad, bad, bad boy cmon
I wouldnt change you if I could
I wouldnt change you if I could cmon
I wouldnt change you if I could eh, eh
Do Mase got the ladies? Yeah, yeah
Do Puff drive Mercedes? Yeah, yeah
Take hits from the 80s? Yeah, yeah
But do it sound so crazy? Yeah, yeah
Well me personally, its nothin 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 nothin 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 yall I say it directly thats right
Went from hard to sweet, starved to eat
From no hoes at shows to mnage in suites
Now I be the cat that be hard to meet
Gettin – from girls that used to hardly speak cmon
Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
You make me feel so good uh, uh
You know, you make me feel so good bad boy
You know, you make me feel so good thats all we do
Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
I wouldnt change you if I could
I wouldnt change you if I could cmon
I wouldnt change you if I could lets go
Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
You make me feel so good uh huh
You know, you make me feel so good
You know, you make me feel so good cmon
Bad, bad, bad, bad boy dont stop
I wouldnt change you if I could
I wouldnt change you if I could yeah
I wouldnt change you if I could
Bad, bad, bad, bad boy Mase, Harlem World