Feelin’ Hood Red Cafe (Ft. T-Pain)

[Intro: Red Cafe (T-Pain)]
(Hey, hey, oooooohhhhhh, ooooohhhh)
Izzr, huh... (Hey, hey)

[Chorus: T-Pain (Red Cafe)]
I'm feelin' good than a muh'fucka
I got my ice on, I might go out tonight
I'm feelin' la, la, laaa
La la la da, la, la, laaaa, oooooohhhhhh (what else?)
I'm feelin' hood than a muh'fucka
I throw my set up, and everybody gather around
I'm feelin' la, la, laaa
La la laaaa, la, la, laaaa, oooooohhhhhh

[Verse 1: Red Cafe]
Huh, yeah
I want the life of a filthy rich golfer
Flyin' in a Aston, Panamera Porsche
E'vryday I do it, I gotta do it all good
Tell 'em what I want, never ever take the offer
Me and my lady friend, we hit the big city
I be the big dog, I'm pettin' on her kitty
Lookin' in her eyes, rubbin' on her thighs
6 minutes, watch Bruce Banner come alive
Raised as a killer, trade like a dealer
Pharmaceutical, plenty cut, no scissor
Debonair in my everyday wear
Murder black lens, my everyday stare, Izzr