Philip Lawrence - Feel Right lyrics

[Bruno Mars] Ladies and gentleman, give it up for Mystikal [Verse 1: Mystikal] Calling all cars in here, for the Prince of the South f** that yabba-dabba-doo sh**,b**h, I just got out Still rappin', slappin' kittens, and grabbin' my co*k I'm the artist, the godfather, still hard as a rock You gon' f** around, and make me knock your fruit juice loose Banana, your watermelon and pomegranate too Rhymin' kung-fu, that split bamboo Crowd rockin', ain't no stopping that rapping a**, fool I been bad, bro, 'cha getting mad for? I'm gon' have to f** you up! I eat flames up, sh** fire out Don't make me light my bu*t! Excuse me, who me!? I got a lot of groupies Oughta have a f**ing doghouse, like Snoopy Curtains go up! It's going down! Tear the thing out the frame, with my band! Come on, come on [Chorus] Feel right in this motherf**er (Right) Feel good in this motherf**er (Right) My whole hood in this motherf**er (Right) And we gon' rock this motherf**er (All night) Feel right in this motherf**er (Right) Feel good in this motherf**er (Right) My whole hood in this motherf**er (Right) And we gon' rock this motherf**er (All night) And we gon' rock this motherf**er (All night) And we gon' rock this motherf**er (All night) [Bruno Mars] Mystikal, don't hurt 'em now [Verse 2: Mystikal] Grabbin' at my pants, she trying to pull it out my pocket Don't yank on the motherf**er 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***a had a foot so far up your a**, 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 sayin' it, b**h Believe it, cause I'm telling you I'm doin' the rappin', and bussin' Ronson! On the scratchin' and cuttin' [Chorus] Feel right, in this motherf**er (Right) Feel good, in this motherf**er (Right) My whole hood, in this motherf**er (Right) And we gon' rock this motherf**er (All night) Feel right, in this motherf**er (Right) Feel good, in this motherf**er (Right) My whole hood, in this motherf**er (Right) And we gon' rock this motherf**er (All night) And we gon' rock this motherf**er (All night) And we gon' rock this motherf**er (All night) Get down! Wait a minute now Give it to them on the one [Bridge] This the intermission I'll break it down, so you n***as 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***as know I'm bringing back the rumble in here Just when you thought you could cool down, and sip some of that water sh**.......A n***a back! Say it again! [Chorus] Feel right, in this motherf**er (Right) Feel good, in this motherf**er (Right) My whole hood, in this motherf**er (Right) And we gon' rock this motherf**er (All night) Feel right, in this motherf**er (Right) Feel good, in this motherf**er (Right) My whole hood, in this motherf**er (Right) And we gon' rock this motherf**er (All night) And we gon' rock this motherf**er (All night) And we gon' rock this motherf**er (All night) [Outro: 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