Feelin’ Hood

Lyrics

[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 [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 2: Red Cafe] Yeah, Paparazzi get a treat when I fall through Stories you done heard about me, probably all true Though I'm raised fatherless, I feel marvelous Put me on that Wayne Carter, Shawn Carter list Rosé bottles represent how I feel Win, win, win, don't worry that I will Against the odds on the dirty boulevard Either be a sucker or be forced to catch a charge D.C., L.A., VA, GA I'm never gon' crack, it's my word against the D.A I go hard 'til the angels talk to me Or 'til the great MJ sing a song to me... what else? [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 3: Red Cafe] Huh, yeah On my mama, I did it for my mama In my entourage, there is no Johnny drama Loyalty, honor, eight numbers, two commas The foes can't find us, I be Osama Now ya dog feelin' like senator Barack President elect, what's up, I'm ready to rock Straight from the PJ's to flyin' on P.J.'s Everyday I celebrate, CÎROC in P.J Step out the jet, damn, and they're wavin' Like they love me, so now I'm wavin' I always wanted to do it like Sean Combs I done sold it all from product to bar codes, wallah [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