Feelin Myself (feat. Mac Dre)

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 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 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 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