Ladies and gentleman, give it up for Mystikal

Calling all cars for the Prince of the South
Fuck that yabba-dabba-doo shit, bitch, I just got out
Still rapping, slapping kittens and grabbing my cock
I'm the artist, the godfather
Stay hard as a rock

You gon fuck around and make me knock your fruit juice loose
Banana, your watermelon and pomegranate too
Rhyming 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, ooh me
I got a lot of groupies
Oughta have a fucking doghouse like Scooby
Curtains go up
It's going down
Tear the thing out the frame
With my band

Come on, come on

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

Grabbing at my pants, you trying to pull it out my pocket
Don't yank on the motherfucker so hard, you're gonna pull it out the socket
It's exercise with thighs and hip muscles
Let's exercise, you gon' burn some lip muscles
Let the music work your ear muscles
And if you're skinny then use your little muscles
Bag back or tea bag with these duffle
Pow pow get smash when we hustle
When the last time you have a knuckle sandwich, huh?
The last time a nigga put a foot so far up your ass you couldn't handle it?
You can't stand
To make matters worse you gotta go to the studio with Bruno Mars on another planet
Don't get mad, I'm just saying
Don't believe it cause I'm saying it, bitch
Believe it cause I'm telling you
I'm doing the rapping and bustling
Ronson on the scratchin' and cuttin'

Come on, come on

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)

Get down
Wait a minute now
Give it to them on the one

This the intermission
I'll break it down so you niggas listen
Take a second to wipe my sweat
Might be the only chance you get to catch your breath
Don't get too comfortable in here
Niggas know I'm bringing back the rumble in here
Just when you thought you could cool down and sip some of that water
Shit
A nigga back
Say it again

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)

Ladies and gentlemen, one more time
Put your hands together for Mystikal
Don't it feel good?
Ain't he making us feel good tonight?
Thank you Mr. Ronson for bringing us together this evening
We gon' go ahead and head over to the after party
We'll see y'all uptown
Come on

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Brody Brown, Bruno Mars, Homer Steinweiss, Jeff Bhasker, Mark Ronson, Michael Lawrence Tyler, Nick MOVSHON, Phillip Lawrence, Tom Brenneck