Sadat X - Feels So Good lyrics

"Feels so good!" (3X) [Brand Nubian trades off rhyming each line] Yes yes yes It's a test test test Now Rule is the town WHERE WE REST REST REST If you were wondering Were the ballistics finally in Once again BRAND NUBIAN! You and your girl came to see the three rock NOW SHE STAYS Kick the funky lyrics, throw her down TO HER PJ'S Lay her on the floor and do work IN THREE WAYS After the party Guess what? Aiyyo she's still payin! "Feels so good!" [Derek X] I caught this girl a mink sable, in return I got a cable Her name was Fat Mabel and she broke my kitchen table Ate pasta with this rasta, went out with her sister Her hairs on her chin, thought she was a mister Went out disco dancing gave my feet a big blister Smacked her in her face until I finally I dissed her [Grand Puba] Encounter with a stunt, in her mouth were five fronts And stunts was on the wiggy, I thought her name was Ziggy But her name was Lucy and I met her on the deucey Put me on hold to go in a store to get loosey (COME ON) [Lord Jamar] Aiyyo Max she need to stop it Now let me kick some flavor since we're building on the topic Cause yo, I knew this girl and her name was Tina She rested in Medina, never saw eyes greener than hers But yo there was just one little flaw, the green eyes I had to penalize, cause they was bought in a store A synthetic cosmetic, it was pathetic If they was real, then yo she got the credit But they wasn't so she doesn't I like the natural look, so I kicked it to her cousin "Feels so good!" (2X) [Grand Puba] C'mere let me put it to you like this sugar [Jamar - singing] Don't go changing, to try to please me [Puba - singing] Don't change the color of your hair! [All together] Your hair, your hair, your hair! [Jamar - singing] I said no no no I just want someone [Puba - singing] that I can talk to! I'll take you just the way you are! [Derek X] Word is bond! [Lord Jamar] Yeah right! [Grand Puba] Too hot to handle when I was young I used to vandal Giving girls the comfort like a foot and a sandle Always help another brother, NEVER running scandals And if I hit the skids, well I'll just PANHANDLE Now I'm gettin papes, but stunts gets the vapes I see it as a joke cause they break when you're broke I can give a ROAR like an ancient dinosaur (Rrrwwaoorrr!) Swing a microphone like the great mighty Thor Puba Maxwell is the Max is hyphenated Girls seem to love the way my things are situated Hump on a bump til them bumps feelin sore Take a quick breather then I'm goin back for more! "Feels so good!" (2X) [All together] Brother, Derek X, KICK FLAVOR [Derek (Sadat) X] I do my thing like B.B. King my microphone is named Lucille Throw a dip in my hip so they call me extra ill Making big hits from tidbits, how I make my bread Do some situps, and squat thrusts, to keep a level head Cause I'm WELL BRED, and mannered, I create in my workshop Stay up late at night until my brain says to stop Then I quit, wake up in the morning and continue it I find the same line, and add some more (sh**) that's hype But my stripes, marks me by champ Check out the ba** coming from the power amp I'm the controller and like Ayatollah I used to live in Saudi Arabia I never come out straight out with an answer Just a yes, or a no, or a maybe I do But with my crew sometimes I get BLAZED Jump on the floor and kick a new dance craze I can read and I've red since the days of RIF If rhymin is fundamental, then light up a spliff And grab, and not an ounce of flab, is on my body My mother's part spanish, my father's part yardie I'm not a junior, try to see me catch a wound I got yeast to rise straight to the moon "Feels so good!" (manipulated several times) [Grand Puba] Lord Jamar, God Allah step to it! [Lord Jamar] Girls scope this, like in astrology they knowledge me That's cause I'm God, but don't look too hard in the sun Cause you might get done My number's seven, that's SIX PLUS ONE Now any way you count Lord Jamar will amount to be A tower, so yo, knowledge my power As I conclude, to girls I won't be rude Just verbally feedin em my mental food I embellish with lyrics, that can't be contested Serve em straight from my mouth and in your ears they're digested The rhyme I say, is out of the ordinary Some say unique I prefer the term EXTRAORDINARY MC's rhymes are ancient like a dinosaur fossil They're weak and outdated while my rhymes are collosal Like a Lamborghini, I look good, and I'm expensive Plus the power I'm unleashing is just, too intensive Discombublatin MC's with thin mind percentage Guys like my rhymes, girls like MY MASCULINITY When I'm on the mic I say what I feel I'll never perpetrate cause the God's for real It's like that (THAT) and at my jams you know you'll never be bored So just dance and scream, praise the Lord [Grand Puba] Alright now this is how we gonna do it Before we get out like Shout [Brand Nubian trades off rhyming each line] We used to be some soloists but now we form TRI-PACK And if you try to step to this you just might catch an EYE JACK And if you were intelligent, you really wouldn't TRY THAT This is just one black, WE'LL BE BACK! [Grand Puba going "La la la la, la la-lah" in the background] To my man Alamo And to the man Sincere To my man Mark the Spark And to my brother Melachon And Skeff Anslem on the board Aiyyo check this out We got some shoutouts for my man Grand Puba YouknowhatI'msayin since he doin the "la la-lah" He wanna say peace to his man C-T-W-O To my man Zee I'll see you real soon!