Feel So Good - Mase (lyrics) You ready Mase? Party people in the place to be (uh-huh) It\u0027s about that time for us to (yeah, uh-huh) Yo, what you know about goin\u0027 out Head west, red Lex, TV\u0027s all up in the headrest Try and live it up, ride you a bigger truck Piece all glittered up, stick up kid, nigga, what? Jig with a cut sip Cris? Spit it up (come on) Hoes\u0027 ride, get your nut \u0027til I can\u0027t get it up I\u0027m a big man, give this man room I\u0027d a hit everything, from Cancun to Grant\u0027s tomb Why you standin\u0027 on the wall? Hand on your balls Lighting up drugs, always fightin\u0027 in the club I\u0027m the reason they made the dress code They figure I wouldn\u0027t wild when I\u0027m in my fresh clothes (come on) Dress as I suppose, from my neck to my toes Neck full of gold, baguettes in my Rolls Wreck shows, collect those, extra O\u0027s Buy the E, get a key, to the Lex to hold East, West, every state, come on, bury the hate Millions, the only thing we in a hurry to make Whether friend or ex-friend in a Lex or a Benz Let\u0027s begin, bring this BS to an end (come on) Bad, bad, bad, bad boy (yeah) You make me feel so good (bad boy) You know you make me feel so good (yeah) You know you make me feel so good (that\u0027s what we do) Bad, bad, bad, bad boy (come on) I wouldn\u0027t change you if I could I wouldn\u0027t change you if I could (yeah) I wouldn\u0027t change you if I could (ah-ah, come on) You can\u0027t understand, we be Waikiki Sippin\u0027 DP \u0027til the TV look 3D Little kids see me, way out in DC With a Z3, chrome BB\u0027s, they wanna be me Nigga\u0027s talkin\u0027 shit they ought to quit I\u0027m fortunate they don\u0027t see a fourth what I get And those be the same ones walkin\u0027 while I whip Just started seeing cars \u0027cause they auctioned it So while you daydream, my Mercedes gleam And I deal with hoes that pose in Maybelline One time you had it all, I ain\u0027t mad at y\u0027all Now give me the catalog I\u0027ll show you how daddy ball (that\u0027s right) Six cars and power to fire big stars Sit up CEO style, smokin\u0027 on cigars, nigga It\u0027s like y\u0027all be talkin\u0027 funny I don\u0027t understand language of people with short money (come on now) Bad, bad, bad, bad boy (yeah) You make me feel so good (come on) You know you make me feel so good You know you make me feel so good (that\u0027s what we do) Bad, bad, bad, bad boy (yeah) I wouldn\u0027t change you if I could I wouldn\u0027t change you if I could (come on) I wouldn\u0027t change you if I could (ah-ah) Do Mase got the ladies? (Yeah, yeah) Do Puff drive Mercedes? (Yeah, yeah) Take hits from the 80\u0027s? (Yeah, yeah) But do it sound so crazy? (Yeah, yeah) Well, me personally, it\u0027s nothin\u0027 personal I do what work for me, you do what work for you And I dress with what I was blessed with Never been arrested for nothin\u0027 domestic And I chill the way you met me With a jet ski attached to a SE, smoke my Nestle No mad rap-ASCAP, where my check be? Problem with y\u0027all I say it directly (that\u0027s right) Went from hard to sweet, starved to eat From no hoes at shows to m\u00e9nage in suites Now I be the cat that be hard to meet Gettin\u0027 head from girls that used to hardly speak (come on) Bad, bad, bad, bad boy You make me feel so good (uh-huh) You know you make me feel so good (bad boy) You know you make me feel so good (that\u0027s what we do) Bad, bad, bad, bad boy (yeah) I wouldn\u0027t change you if I could (ah-ah) I wouldn\u0027t change you if I could (come on) I wouldn\u0027t change you if I could (let\u0027s go) Bad, bad, bad, bad boy (yeah) You make me feel so good (uh-huh) You know you make me feel so good You know you make me feel so good (come on) Bad, bad, bad, bad boy (don\u0027t stop) I wouldn\u0027t change you if I could (ah-ah) I wouldn\u0027t change you if I could I wouldn\u0027t change you if I could (ah-ah)