You ready Mase?
Party people
In the place to be (Uh huh)
It's about that time
For us to (Yeah, uh huh)
Yo, What you know about goin' out
Head west, red Lex
TV's all up in the headrest
Try and live it up
Ride true, a bigger truck
Peeps all glittered up
Stick up can, they go what?
Jig wit it cuz ship crisp, split it all
Ho's ride, get your nut 'till
I can't get ut up
I'm a big man, give this man room
I'd a hit everything
From Cancun to Grant's tomb
Why you standin' on the wall?
Hand on your balls
Lighting up drugs
Always Fightin' in the club
I'm the reason they
Made the dress code
They figure I wouldn't wild
When I'm in my french clothes
Dress as I suppose
From my neck to my toes
Neck full of gold
Baguettes in my Rolls
Wreck shows, collect those
Extra O's
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
Are the friend that act's friend
In a Lex or a Benz
Let's begin, bring this BS to an end
Come on
Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
You make me feel so good
You know you make me feel so good
You know you make me feel so good
Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
I wouldn't change you if I could
I wouldn't change you if I could
I wouldn't change you if I could
Ah ah, come on
You can't understand we be Waikiki
Sippin' DP to the TV, look greedy
LittIe kids see me, way out in DC
With a Z3, chrome VB's
They wanna be me
N---a's talkin' s--t they ought to quit
I'm fortunate they don't see
A fourth what I get
And those be the same ones
Walkin' while I whip
Just stylishing cars
Cuz they all true Nig'
So while you daydream
My Mercedes gleam
And I deal with ho's
That pose in Maybeline
One time you had it all
I ain't mad at ya'll
Now give me the catalog
I'll show you how daddy bought
Six cars and power to fire big stars
Sit up, CEO style
Smokin' on cigars, nigga
It's like ya'll be talkin' funny
I don't understand language of
People with short money
Come on
Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
You make me feel so good
You know you make me feel so good
You know you make me feel so good
Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
I wouldn't change you if I could
I wouldn't change you if I could
I wouldn't change you if I could
Ah ah
Do Mase got the ladies?
Do Puff drive Mercedes?
Take hits from the 80's?
But do it sound so crazy?
Well me personally
It's nothin' 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' domestic
And I chill the way you met me
With a jet ski attached to a SE
Smoke my Nestle
No mad rap-ass ca
Where my check be?
Problem with ya'll I say it directly
Went from hard to sweet
Starved to eat
From no hoes at shows
To menage in suites
Now I be the cat
That be hard to meet
Gettin' head from girls
That used to hardly speak
Come on
Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
You make me feel so good
You know you make me feel so good
You know you make me feel so good
Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
I wouldn't change you if I could
I wouldn't change you if I could
I wouldn't change you if I could
Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
You make me feel so good
You know you make me feel so good
You know you make me feel so good