Feel Right

Album: Uptown Special (2015)
Play Video
  • Ladies and gentleman, give it up for Mystikal

    Calling all cars 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
    Stay 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 rockin', ain't no stopping that rapping ass fool
    I been bad, bro, 'cha 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, ooh me
    I got a lot of groupies
    Oughta have a fucking doghouse like Scooby
    Curtains go up
    It's going down
    Tear the thing out the frame
    With my band

    Come on, come on

    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)

    Mystikal, don't hurt 'em now

    Grabbing at my pants, you 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
    Let's exercise, you 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 duffle
    Pow pow get smash when we hustle
    When the last time you have a knuckle sandwich, huh?
    The last time a nigga put a foot so far up your ass you couldn't handle it?
    You can't stand
    To make matters worse you 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, bitch
    Believe it cause I'm telling you
    I'm doing the rapping and bustling
    Ronson on the scratchin' and cuttin'

    Come on, come on

    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)

    Get down
    Wait a minute now
    Give it to them on the one

    This the intermission
    I'll break it down so you niggas 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
    Niggas know 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
    Come on Writer/s: Brody Brown, Bruno Mars, Homer Steinweiss, Jeff Bhasker, Mark Ronson, Michael Lawrence Tyler, Nick MOVSHON, Phillip Lawrence, Tom Brenneck
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments

Be the first to comment...

Editor's Picks

Michael Franti

Michael FrantiSongwriter Interviews

Franti tells the story behind his hit "Say Hey (I Love You)" and explains why yoga is an integral part of his lifestyle and his Soulshine tour.

Queen

QueenFact or Fiction

Scaramouch, a hoople and a superhero soundtrack - see if you can spot the real Queen stories.

Keith Reid of Procol Harum

Keith Reid of Procol HarumSongwriter Interviews

As Procol Harum's lyricist, Keith wrote the words to "A Whiter Shade Of Pale." We delve into that song and find out how you can form a band when you don't sing or play an instrument.

James Williamson of Iggy & the Stooges

James Williamson of Iggy & the StoogesSongwriter Interviews

The Stooges guitarist (and producer of the Kill City album) talks about those early recordings and what really happened with David Bowie.

Commercials

CommercialsFact or Fiction

Was "Ring Of Fire" really used to sell hemorrhoid cream?

Pam Tillis

Pam TillisSongwriter Interviews

The country sweetheart opines about the demands of touring and talks about writing songs with her famous father.