Текст песни Feelin Hood - Red Cafe , T-Pain

Hey, hey, hey...
Is all...
Hey, hey...

I'm feeling good than a ma'fucka
I got my ice on, I might go out tonight
I'm feeling la, la, la
La, la, la, la
(What else?)
I'm feeling hood than a ma'fucka
Throw my set up and everybody gather around
I'm feeling la, la, la
La, la, la, la
Oh...

[Verse 1: Red Cafe]
I want the life of a filthy rich golfer
Flying in the Aston, Panamera Portia
Every day I do it, I've got to do it often
Tell 'em what I want, never ever ever take the offer
Me and my lady friend, we hit the big city
I'll be the big dog, I'm petting on her kitty
Looking in her eyes, rubbing on her thighs
Six minutes watch Bruce Banner come alive
Raised as a killer, trained like a dealer
Pharmaceutical, plenty cut, no scissor
Debonair in my everyday wear
Murder black lens, my everyday stare

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, Sean Carter list
Rosé bottles represent how I feel
Win, win, win - don't worry that I will
Against the odds on the dirty boulevards
Either be a sucker, or be forced to catch a charge
DC, LA, VA, GA
I'm never gonna crack, it's my word against the DA
I go hard till the angels talk to me
Or till the great MJ sing a song to me

I'm feeling good than a ma'fucka
I got my ice on, I might go out tonight
I'm feeling la, la, la
La, la, la, la
(What else?)
I'm feeling hood than a ma'fucka
Throw my set up and everybody gather around
I'm feeling la, la, la
La, la, la, la
Oh...

[Verse 3: Red Café]
On my momma, I did it for my momma
In my entourage there is no Johnny Drama
Loyalty, honor, eight numbers, two commas
The foes can't find us, I be Osama
Now your dog feeling like senator Barack
President elect, what's up, I'm ready to rock
Straight from the PJ's, defining all PJ's
Every day I celebrate, so rock in PJ's
Step out the jet, damn, and they're waving
Like they love me, so now I'm waving
I always wanted to do it like Sean Combs
I done sold it all, from product to bar codes

I'm feeling good than a ma'fucka
I got my ice on, I might go out tonight
I'm feeling la, la, la
La, la, la, la
(What else?)
I'm feeling hood than a ma'fucka
Throw my set up and everybody gather around
I'm feeling la, la, la
La, la, la, la
Oh...