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- Sam / George
- Lowell T. / Gradney
- Gabe / Gradney
- Kenneth Raphael / Hamilton
- Chico / Hamilton
- Forest / Payne
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Royce Da 5'9 - Feels Good lyrics
[Intro - Royce] + (Pharrell)
 Feel good don't it (Neptunes)
 Royce 5'9" baby (Royce da 5'9'!)
 My nigga Tre' Little (Yeah, where you at)
 What, what, my girl she's putting it down baby
 [Verse 1 - Royce da 5'9"] + (Girl) + (Pharrell *Ad-libs*)
 It's looking like, it's another summertime, everybody wanna rhyme
 Long day, short night, ain't nobody done in time
 I know what you wanna find (Ladies) with a underline
 Knock ya self out playa, long as it ain't none of mine
 (Ladies) I know what you want, fellas wit they whips out
 Don't walk, don't get caught, jealous, wit ya dick out
 No wonder you in the fog, trying see who come through
 You only got a mont' or two, to do what you wanna do
 (Ladies) wear tight shit, I'm tellin' y'all I like this
 I got about thirty thugs, to get in the hype wit
 Backyard barbeques, (Ladies) looking eighteen
 Too cute to eat meat, plate full of baked beans
 Fellas, we the opposite, gotta give me lots of it
 Suck the chicken bone, from the bottom to the top of it
 We don't want the day to end, knowin' we gon' play again
 And again, and again, and again (Come on, come on, yeah)
 [Chorus - Kelis] + (*Ad-libs* in background)
 Doesn't it feel good, to see us make money
 Feel good, like everything sunny
 Feel good, to see us taking off
 Doesn't it feel good to see us war
 If they can take it from us at all
 And if you breathing (we transform?)
 Say la-da-de-da-la-de-da-de-da-de-daa
 [Verse 2 - Tre' Little]
 Slow down y'all relax, enjoy this life
 Paper stacks, where they at, come on, enjoy this life
 I know it's hard when you ballin' from, obstacles
 Police, women, haters, it's like impossible
 I came along way dog, this shit is hard to ball
 Gettin' here for my life, this for all of y'allRoyce Da 5'9 - Feels Good - http://motolyrics.com/royce-da-59/feels-good-lyrics.html
 Back to the block, and everything good in the hood
 Drop ya top, I'm saying, this one's for the hood
 Put yo guns in yo stash, you don't need 'em today
 Put the ice grills up, you don't need 'em today
 All you need is icey rims, the games we play
 Attract women, it feels good, just the games we play
 They love it dog, thugs still havin' fun y'all
 Too hot, summertime, why you tryna brawl
 Feels good dog, roll 'til the wheels fall off
 Hot Detroit, I'm pretty sure it's hot by y'all
[Chorus - Kelis] + (*Ad-libs* in background)
 [Bridge - Kelis] + (Tre') + (Pharrell)
 In style, (Without a doubt) (Yo, 5'9")
 In style, (Without a doubt) (Yeah, come on)
 In style, (Without a doubt) (Ha, ha, ha, yo, yeah)
 In style, (Without a doubt) (Neptunes, 5'9")
 (La-da-de-da-la-de-da-de-da-de-daa)
 [Verse 3 - Royce da 5'9"] + (*Ad-libs* in background)
 I say my crew won't stop, we won't stop
 Piece stay on the lot, thing don't drop
 We shake it in the park, right in front of the Rover
 We gon' do it everyday, 'til the summer is over
 Yeah not my type, winter or fall
 It's the summertime, so I'ma give you a call
 So tell all ya friends let's do it again
 And again, and again, and again
[Chorus x2 - Kelis] + (*Ad-libs* in background)
 [Bridge - Tre' Little] + (Pharrell)
 ... Without a doubt (Nine, elevens)
 ... Without a doubt (Yo, the hottest it ever get, huh)
 ... Without a doubt (Can't stop, ice cubes on our wrists)
 ... Without a doubt (Huh, yeah, come on)
 La-da-de-da-la-de-da-de-da-de-daa
[Royce + Pharrell + Tre' *Ad-lib* until fade]









