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  • Текст песни Mase F/ Puff Daddy - Feel So Good



    You ready Mase?
    Party people
    In the place to be
    It's about that time
    For us to
    Yeah, uh-huh

    First Verse:
    Yo, what you know about goin out?
    Head wet, red Lex
    TV's all up in the headrest
    Try and live it up
    Ride into
    Bigger truck
    Peace all
    Glittered up
    Sticker kid
    Nigga what? Jig with the cut
    Sip Cris, spit it up
    Hoes ride, get your nut
    Till I can't get it up
    I'm a big man, give this man room
    I'ma hit everything, from Cancun to man's tomb
    Why you standin' on the wall?
    Hangin' 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, but gets in my Rolls
    Reck shows, collect those, extra O's
    Buy an E, get a key, to the Lex
    To hold, East, West, every state
    Come on, bury the hate
    Millions the only thing
    We in the area to make
    Better friend or ex-friend
    In a Lex or a Benz
    Let's begin
    Bring this BS to an end
    Come on

    Chorus:
    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

    Verse Two:
    You can't understand, we be
    Ride kinky, 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 started seing cars
    Cause they alternate
    So while you daydream
    Mama's city gleam
    And I deal with hoes
    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 ball
    Six cars in power
    The five big stars
    Phillip, C, O, Chaz smokin' on cigars
    Nigga
    It's like ya'll
    Be talkin' funny
    I don't understand language
    In people with short money
    Come on

    Chorus

    Verse Three:
    Do Mase got the ladies? Yeah, yeah
    Do Puff drive Mercedes? Yeah, yeah
    Take hits from the 80's? Yeah, yeah
    But do it sound so crazy? Yeah, yeah
    Well me personally
    It's nuthin' 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 nuthin domestic
    And I chill
    They way you met me
    With a jet ski
    Attached to a SE
    Smoke my Nestle
    No mad rap
    Ask Cat
    Where my check be?
    Problem with ya'll
    I say it directly
    Went from hard to sweeps
    Started to eat
    From no hoes at shows
    To manaj in suites
    Now I be the cat
    That be hard to meet
    Gettin' head from girls
    That used to hardly speak
    Come on

    Chorus 5X