Mark Ronson Feel Right Lyrics
Feel Right by Mark Ronson
[Bruno Mars:]
Ladies and gentleman, give it up for Mystikal
[Mystikal:]
Calling all cars in here for the Prince of the South
F_ck that yabba-dabba-doo sh_t, b_tch, 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 f_ck around and make me knock your fruit juice loose
Ya banana, ya watermelon and pomegranate too
Rhyming kung-fu that split bamboo
Crowd rockin', ain't no stopping that rapping ass fool
I been bad, bruh, whatcha getting mad for?
I'm a have to f_ck you up
I eat flames up
Sh_t fire out
Don't make me light my b_tt
Excuse me, who me?
I got a lot of groupies
Oughta have a f_cking doghouse like Snoopy
Curtains go up
It's going down
Tear that thing out the frame
Like my band
Come on, come on
[Chorus x2:]
Feel right in this motherf_cker
(Right)
Feel good in this motherf_cker
(Right)
My whole hood in this motherf_cker
(Right)
And we gon' rock this motherf_cker
(All night)
And we gon' rock this motherf_cker
(All night)
And we gon' rock this motherf_cker
(All night)
Mystikal, don't hurt 'em now
Grabbing at my pants, she trying to pull it out my pocket
Don't yank on the motherf_cker 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 have a knuckle sandwich, huh?
The last time a n_gga had a foot so far up your ass you couldn't handle it?
You can't stand it
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, b_tch
Believe it cause I'm telling you
I'm doing the rapping and bussing
Ronson on the scratchin' and cuttin'
[Chorus]
Get down
Wait a minute now
Give it to them on the one
This the intermission
I'll break it down so you n_ggas 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
N_ggas know I'm bringing back the rumble in here
Just when you thought you could cool down and sip some of that water
Sh_t
A n_gga back
Say it again
[Chorus]
[Bruno Mars:]
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
Ladies and gentleman, give it up for Mystikal
[Mystikal:]
Calling all cars in here for the Prince of the South
F_ck that yabba-dabba-doo sh_t, b_tch, 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 f_ck around and make me knock your fruit juice loose
Ya banana, ya watermelon and pomegranate too
Rhyming kung-fu that split bamboo
Crowd rockin', ain't no stopping that rapping ass fool
I been bad, bruh, whatcha getting mad for?
I'm a have to f_ck you up
I eat flames up
Sh_t fire out
Don't make me light my b_tt
Excuse me, who me?
I got a lot of groupies
Oughta have a f_cking doghouse like Snoopy
Curtains go up
It's going down
Tear that thing out the frame
Like my band
Come on, come on
[Chorus x2:]
Feel right in this motherf_cker
(Right)
Feel good in this motherf_cker
(Right)
My whole hood in this motherf_cker
(Right)
And we gon' rock this motherf_cker
(All night)
And we gon' rock this motherf_cker
(All night)
And we gon' rock this motherf_cker
(All night)
Mystikal, don't hurt 'em now
Grabbing at my pants, she trying to pull it out my pocket
Don't yank on the motherf_cker 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 have a knuckle sandwich, huh?
The last time a n_gga had a foot so far up your ass you couldn't handle it?
You can't stand it
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, b_tch
Believe it cause I'm telling you
I'm doing the rapping and bussing
Ronson on the scratchin' and cuttin'
[Chorus]
Get down
Wait a minute now
Give it to them on the one
This the intermission
I'll break it down so you n_ggas 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
N_ggas know I'm bringing back the rumble in here
Just when you thought you could cool down and sip some of that water
Sh_t
A n_gga back
Say it again
[Chorus]
[Bruno Mars:]
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