Feelin' Hood

[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