Fellin' Myself

I'm out of this world, not your run of the mill'n

My name is Furl I'm the owner of the building

I'm a stoner and I'm chillin with two bitches like Jack

I pimps and I mack drive a Benz and a 'lac

Man I've been in the back wit the groupies and the stars

I've been out front with the thugs and the guards

I've been in the yard with the Mexican mafia

And I only run with niggas that'll kill and die for ya

I'm popular, I'm a rap star

But I live like a rock star running from the cop cars

I drop bars wit slaps that Knock hard and I charge for this dick extra large

I'm sicker than SARS higher than Mars and I treat my bitch like an ATM card

I'm in the buildin and I'm feelin myself

Man I'm feelin myself

I'm in the buildin and I'm feelin myself

Man I'm feelin myself

I'm in the buildin and I'm feelin myself

Man I'm feelin myself

I'm in the buildin and I'm feelin myself

Man I'm feelin myself

She's in the buildin and she's feelin herself

She's lookin bad man I'm willing to help

Stop it baby you're killin' yourself

Come on I got your back you could chill in my Delt'

I'm feelin myself too

Man just imagine some of the things we can do

You under me

Me under you

Then we can catch the Liquor store before 2

We can hit my nigga and go get some shrooms

And if you still want to kick it we can go get a room

It won't cost you much, I'm a good buy

Dick-on-discount? bitch good bye!

What do I look like Mr. Frank Fuck for Free

No dough ho? You can't fuck with me

Get the fuck out

Bitch you still in my Delt'

You full of shit and I'm feelin' myself

I'm a West Coast Bad Boy

I represent it

\"Dre, that's a bad toy, is it rented?\"

Hardy har har very funny

You don't hear my tummy

I gets my money

My stomach ain't growlin

I'm stylin' and wildin', drinkin' Vodka straight fuck a Long Island

I want my own Island bet you I'm a get it

I switch hit and play with both mitts

Pack a four-fifth I'm after your bitch

He ain't doing it right she's after your scritch

And I'm after hers with these macking words, nerd

I thought squares, stayed sharp

You're nothing but a mark in a bucket Skylark

I'm playing my part

I'm Mr. Furley

Quit interrupting I'm talkin' to your girly