Well, I feel so good I'm gonna boogie I'm gonna boogie Till the break of day You know momma told poppa About something she heard Now look a here momma
yet Serial style, cereal all I need's Chex I can make these rappers run like a hard drill Rock band, show you how the guitar feel And I could care less how ya'll feel
and ten shots of whisky Got a chain on my neck and a massive hickey You say youre a big deal, big deal Ive been a big deal ever since big wheels Shits real, I feel
was, "Damn.." The night the shit hit the fan [ Shawnie Shawn ] Man, man, man I understand... (The night the shit hit the fan) Come on now I feel it
like and I happen to like Rock n' Roll an' I feel Sorry for anybody who only listens one form of music, now right now I got my own rock band, it's got
that brown paper bag money It feels good to be Young Money, Cash Money Rehab, I'm addicted to fast money I got stacks of rubber bands up in that Brown
been about cash been a-, been about cash been a-, been about big money b- big money (Verse 1) Hundred on the stack rubbers on the band Van full of kush
the day Under the fire and the rain The whole big bloody parade until that That feeling, feeling?s gone
the belly of the country, over East of Eden, yeah. Gm C Gm C Confused by the big
your eyes When you hear the big bang Don't you be surprised C C/E Showdown at big sky F D7 Darkness at high noon
On a mad dash for 100 milli runnin' Breakneck speed 'til I see a billi comin' I'm built to reach a hundred, feel the grumblin' in my stomach I'm still
of clothes and notepad to write a letter back to say so long A one-way ticket sayin' good-bye to everything Threw my weddin' band out the window of
time --- I think it was last Thursday --- a boy named Peter opened the gate and went out into the big green meadow. On the branch of a big tree sat a
1999 smokin' phillies, Bizzy the kid Was bustin' in the ceilin' in my big claim Kickin' on somethin' and dig this Got to feel it, catch and don't let
G You ball, little boy, but I N-B-A With a hand for the world You a boy band with a dance and a twirl I'm a rock star with a band so thorough Big ass
silly The dance floor silly The ladies gon? feel me The fellas in the back And they twistin? up a philly The dance floor silly The ladies gon? feel
em hold that thing im back, king cali twistin up the cali palm trees and the breeze make it feel like Maui i guess this how a nigga 'posed to feel when
