Karaoké Feelin' Myself Mac Dre

Mmh what

Mmh what

Mmh what

Mmh what

I'm out of this world

Not your run of the mill'n

My name is Furl

I'm the owner of the buildin'

I'm a stoner and I'm chillin' with two bitches like Jack

I pimps and I mack

Drive a Benz and a 'lac

Man I've been in the back with the groupies and the stars

I've been out front with the thugs and the guards

I've been in the yard with the Mexican mafia

And I only run with niggas that'll kill and die for ya

I'm popular

I'm a rap star but I live like a rock star runnin' from the cop cars

I drop bars with slaps that knock hard and I charge for this dick extra large

I'm sicker than SARS

Higher than Mars and I treat my bitch like an ATM card

I'm in the buildin' and I'm feelin' myself

Man

I'm feelin' myself

I'm in the buildin' and I'm feelin' myself

Man

I'm feelin' myself

I'm in the buildin' and I'm feelin' myself

Man

I'm feelin' myself

I'm in the buildin' and I'm feelin' myself

Man

I'm feelin' myself

She's in the buildin' and she's feelin' herself

She's lookin' bad

Man I'm willin' to help

Stop it baby you're killin' yourself

Come on I got your back

You could chill in my Delt'

I'm feelin' myself too

Man just imagine some of the things we can do

You under me

Me under you

Then we can catch the liquor store before two

We can hit my nigga and go get some shrooms and if you still wanna kick it we can go get a room

It won't cost you much

I'm a good buy

Dick-on-discount

Bitch goodbye

What do I look like

Mister Frank Fuck for Free

No dough ho

You can't fuck with me

Get the fuck out

Bitch you still in my Delt'

You full of shit and I'm feelin' myself

I'm in the buildin' and I'm feelin' myself

Man

I'm feelin' myself

I'm in the buildin' and I'm feelin' myself

Man

I'm feelin' myself

I'm in the buildin' and I'm feelin' myself

Man

I'm feelin' myself

I'm in the buildin' and I'm feelin' myself

Man

I'm feelin' myself

I'm a West Coast Bad Boy

I represent it

Dre that's a bad toy

Is it rented

Hardy har har

Very funny

You don't hear my tummy

I gets my money

My stomach ain't growlin'

I'm stylin' and wildin'

Drinkin' vodka straight

Fuck a Long Island

I want my own island

Bet you Imma get it

I switch hit and play with both mitts

I pack a four-fifth

I'm after your bitch

He ain't doin' it right

She's after your scritch

And I'm after hers with these mackin' words nerd

I thought squares

Stayed sharp

You're nothin' but a mark in a bucket Skylark

I'm playin' my part

I'm Mister Furley

Quit interruptin'

I'm talkin' to your girly

I'm in the buildin' and I'm feelin' myself

Man

I'm feelin' myself

I'm in the buildin' and I'm feelin' myself

Man

I'm feelin' myself

I'm in the buildin' and I'm feelin' myself

Man

I'm feelin' myself

I'm in the buildin' and I'm feelin' myself

Man

I'm feelin' myself