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Mark Ronson feat Mystikal - Feel Right Lyrics



Mark Ronson feat Mystikal - Feel Right Lyrics
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Ladies and gentleman, give it up for Mystikal



Calling all cars for the Prince of the South

F*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*cking 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 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)



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, you 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

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 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)



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)



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 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)



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)



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
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Ladies and gentleman, give it up for Mystikal



Calling all cars for the Prince of the South

F*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*cking 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 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)



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, you 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

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 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)



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)



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 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)



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)



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
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Writer: Jeff Bhasker, Phillip Lawrence, Mark Ronson, Homer Steinweiss, Nick MOVSHON, Brody Brown, Bruno Mars, Michael Lawrence Tyler, Tom Brenneck
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




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