i feel good when i wake up in the morning
yawning, crack a dawn
and i say my prayers
thank god for makin me a super mc slayer
brush my teeth hit the shower then i comb my hair
step out the crib lookin dappa dappa
hit the cipher on the corner then i smack a rapper
with a sweet sixteen
im so mean with this mic machine
you wanna battle me ill battle you and shatter your dreams
i said what up, he said what up
i took you girl so what up
the crowd screamed he threw the towel man enough is enough
now im, on my way its a beautiful day
sun shining on my back man what more can i pray
rims shinin on the lak man what more can i say
cant nobody make me angry cuz im happy today
my little sister doin good my mama doin good and my grandmother just turned seventy three
i feel good
cant nobody ruin my day (i feel good, i feel good)
and i aint lettin no negativity come my way (i feel good, i feel good)
the first thing i do when i open up my eyes is pray (i feel good, i feel good)
and i dont really care about the dumb s*** that people say ( i feel good, i feel good)
you know me well im gettin busy on the regular
im spittin flames on these lame a** competitors
live on the road my home phone is a celluar
email two-way man etcetera
uh huh
i got, people to meet, i got, places to go
i got stages to blow, i got faces to take of the m*********** map man
ill drop a bomb on yo a** like the gap band
im eatin pellets chasin ghosts like im pacman
straight outta hell full speed like im batman
pirellis spinnin deuce quads on the lak man
with two fingers out the window holla back man
ya hwaid me?
you can catch me in the carpool lane with mr jane
swinging and banging that wood grain
sittin on things
stuntin with a A-town chain from pete game
reppin that third ward imma uptown man
its all good
they said down south was wack when it came to rap
that our thoughts was too slow and we couldnt adapt
when in fact
we taught yal how to build a label from scratch
while you was whining bout the points in your contract black, yup
we slip when we talk
and we dip when we walk
when we came to the game
n***** stole our slang
uh huh, we hit the game with a brand new funk
and plus we taught ya how to sling a record out of your trunk
its dirty south til i die homie
we in the ville where they trill spittin fire homie
you wanna burn in the fire come and try homie
man look we rea-dy to ride homie
down here we fear no man god only
we got the boxin gloves on out here and we rumble and rap
we in the game talkin big s*** they mumblin back
and now that i got that off my chest.....listen
i feel good
yawning, crack a dawn
and i say my prayers
thank god for makin me a super mc slayer
brush my teeth hit the shower then i comb my hair
step out the crib lookin dappa dappa
hit the cipher on the corner then i smack a rapper
with a sweet sixteen
im so mean with this mic machine
you wanna battle me ill battle you and shatter your dreams
i said what up, he said what up
i took you girl so what up
the crowd screamed he threw the towel man enough is enough
now im, on my way its a beautiful day
sun shining on my back man what more can i pray
rims shinin on the lak man what more can i say
cant nobody make me angry cuz im happy today
my little sister doin good my mama doin good and my grandmother just turned seventy three
i feel good
cant nobody ruin my day (i feel good, i feel good)
and i aint lettin no negativity come my way (i feel good, i feel good)
the first thing i do when i open up my eyes is pray (i feel good, i feel good)
and i dont really care about the dumb s*** that people say ( i feel good, i feel good)
you know me well im gettin busy on the regular
im spittin flames on these lame a** competitors
live on the road my home phone is a celluar
email two-way man etcetera
uh huh
i got, people to meet, i got, places to go
i got stages to blow, i got faces to take of the m*********** map man
ill drop a bomb on yo a** like the gap band
im eatin pellets chasin ghosts like im pacman
straight outta hell full speed like im batman
pirellis spinnin deuce quads on the lak man
with two fingers out the window holla back man
ya hwaid me?
you can catch me in the carpool lane with mr jane
swinging and banging that wood grain
sittin on things
stuntin with a A-town chain from pete game
reppin that third ward imma uptown man
its all good
they said down south was wack when it came to rap
that our thoughts was too slow and we couldnt adapt
when in fact
we taught yal how to build a label from scratch
while you was whining bout the points in your contract black, yup
we slip when we talk
and we dip when we walk
when we came to the game
n***** stole our slang
uh huh, we hit the game with a brand new funk
and plus we taught ya how to sling a record out of your trunk
its dirty south til i die homie
we in the ville where they trill spittin fire homie
you wanna burn in the fire come and try homie
man look we rea-dy to ride homie
down here we fear no man god only
we got the boxin gloves on out here and we rumble and rap
we in the game talkin big s*** they mumblin back
and now that i got that off my chest.....listen
i feel good