Feel Right Mark Ronson (Ft. Mystikal)

[Intro: Bruno Mars]
Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Mystikal!

[Verse 1: Mystikal]
Calling all cars in here, for the Prince of the South
Fuck that yabba-dabba-doo shit, bitch, I just got out
Still rappin', slappin' kittens, and grabbin' my cock
I'm the artist, the godfather, still hard as a rock
You gon' fuck around, and make me knock your fruit juice loose
Banana, your watermelon and pomegranate too
Rhymin' kung-fu, that split bamboo
Crowd rockin', ain't no stopping that rapping ass, fool
I been bad, bro, 'cha getting mad for?
I'm gon' have to fuck you up!
I eat flames up, shit fire out
Don't make me light my butt!
Excuse me, who me!? I got a lot of groupies
Oughta have a fucking doghouse, like Snoopy
Curtains go up! It's going down!
Tear the thing out the frame, with my band!
Come on, come on

[Chorus: Mystikal, (female singers), & Bruno Mars]
Feel right in this motherfucker
(Right)
Feel good in this motherfucker
(Right)
My whole hood in this motherfucker
(Right)
And we gon' rock this motherfucker
(All night)
Feel right in this motherfucker
(Right)
Feel good in this motherfucker
(Right)
My whole hood in this motherfucker
(Right)
And we gon' rock this motherfucker
(All night)
And we gon' rock this motherfucker
(All night)
And we gon' rock this motherfucker
(All night)
Mystikal, don't hurt 'em now!