Mase - Feel So Good (feat. Kelly Price) скачать mp3

You ready mase? Party people In the place to be (uh huh) It s about that time For us to (yeah, uh huh) Yo, what you know about goin out Head west, red lex, tv s 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 Ho s ride, get your nut till I can t get it up I m a big man, give this man room I d a hit everything, from cancun to grant s tomb Why you standin on the wall? Hand on your balls Lighting up drugs always fightin in the club I m the reason they made the dress code They figure I wouldn t wild when I m 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 o s 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 act s friend in a lex or a benz Let s 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 wouldn t change you if I could I wouldn t change you if I could I wouldn t change you if I could Ah ah You can t understand we be waikiki Sippin dp to the tv, look greedy Little kids see me, way out in dc With a z3, chrome vb s, they wanna be me Nigga s talkin shit they ought to quit I m fortunate they don t see a fourth what I get And those be the same ones walkin while I whip Just stylishing cars cuz they all true nig So while you daydream my mercedes gleam And I deal with ho s that pose in maybeline One time you had it all I ain t mad at ya ll Now give me the catalog, I ll show you how daddy bought Six cars and power to fire big stars Sit up, ceo style, smokin on cigars, nigga It s like y all be talkin funny I don t 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 80 s? But do it sound so crazy? Well me personally, it s 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 y all 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 Gettin head from girls That used to hardly speak Come on Repeat 1 until fade Mase Harlem world Bad boy Goodfellaz baby Yeah And we won t stop Cuz we can t stop Mason betha Yeah Owwwww, come on