[Intro - Royce] + (Pharrell) Feel good don't it (Neptunes) Royce 5'9" baby (Royce da 5'9'!) What, what, my girl she's putting it down baby My nigga Tre' Little (Yeah, where you at) [Verse 1 - Royce da 5'9"] + (Girl) + (Pharrell *Ad-libs*) It's looking like, it's another summertime, everybody wanna rhyme Long day, short night, ain't nobody done in time I know what you wanna find (Ladies) with a underline Knock ya self out playa, long as it ain't none of mine (Ladies) I know what you want, fellas wit they whips out Don't walk, don't get caught, jealous, wit ya dick out No wonder you in the fog, trying see who come through You only got a mont' or two, to do what you wanna do (Ladies) wear tight shit, I'm tellin' y'all I like this Backyard barbeques, (Ladies) looking eighteen I got about thirty thugs, to get in the hype wit Too cute to eat meat, plate full of baked beans Fellas, we the opposite, gotta give me lots of it Suck the chicken bone, from the bottom to the top of it We don't want the day to end, knowin' we gon' play again And again, and again, and again (Come on, come on, yeah) Doesn't it feel good, to see us make money [Chorus - Kelis] + (*Ad-libs* in background) Feel good, like everything sunny Feel good, to see us taking off If they can take it from us at all Doesn't it feel good to see us war And if you breathing (we transform?) Say la-da-de-da-la-de-da-de-da-de-daa [Verse 2 - Tre' Little] Paper stacks, where they at, come on, enjoy this life Slow down y'all relax, enjoy this life I know it's hard when you ballin' from, obstacles Police, women, haters, it's like impossible Gettin' here for my life, this for all of y'all I came along way dog, this shit is hard to ball Drop ya top, I'm saying, this one's for the hood Put yo guns in yo stash, you don't need 'em today Back to the block, and everything good in the hood Put the ice grills up, you don't need 'em today All you need is icey rims, the games we play Attract women, it feels good, just the games we play They love it dog, thugs still havin' fun y'all Too hot, summertime, why you tryna brawl Feels good dog, roll 'til the wheels fall off Hot Detroit, I'm pretty sure it's hot by y'all [Chorus - Kelis] + (*Ad-libs* in background) [Bridge - Kelis] + (Tre') + (Pharrell) In style, (Without a doubt) (Yo, 5'9") In style, (Without a doubt) (Yeah, come on) In style, (Without a doubt) (Ha, ha, ha, yo, yeah) In style, (Without a doubt) (Neptunes, 5'9") [Verse 3 - Royce da 5'9"] + (*Ad-libs* in background) (La-da-de-da-la-de-da-de-da-de-daa) I say my crew won't stop, we won't stop We shake it in the park, right in front of the Rover Piece stay on the lot, thing don't drop We gon' do it everyday, 'til the summer is over Yeah not my type, winter or fall So tell all ya friends let's do it again It's the summertime, so I'ma give you a call And again, and again, and again [Chorus x2 - Kelis] + (*Ad-libs* in background) [Bridge - Tre' Little] + (Pharrell) ... Without a doubt (Nine, elevens) ... Without a doubt (Yo, the hottest it ever get, huh) ... Without a doubt (Can't stop, ice cubes on our wrists) ... Without a doubt (Huh, yeah, come on) La-da-de-da-la-de-da-de-da-de-daa [Royce + Pharrell + Tre' *Ad-lib* until fade] Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com