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INTERPRÉTATION
Mark Ronson
Mark Ronson
Guitare
Mystikal
Mystikal
Voix principales
Bruno Mars
Bruno Mars
Chœurs
Philip Lawrence
Philip Lawrence
Chœurs
Thomas Brenneck
Thomas Brenneck
Guitare
Nick Movshon
Nick Movshon
Basse
Christopher "Brody" Brown
Christopher "Brody" Brown
Basse
Homer Steinweiss
Homer Steinweiss
Batterie
Jeff Bhasker
Jeff Bhasker
Percussion
Trombone Shorty
Trombone Shorty
Trombone
Dan Oestreicher
Dan Oestreicher
Saxophone baryton
Tim McFatter
Tim McFatter
Saxophone ténor
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Mark Ronson
Mark Ronson
Paroles/Composition
Michael Tyler
Michael Tyler
Paroles/Composition
Philip Lawrence
Philip Lawrence
Paroles/Composition
Thomas Brenneck
Thomas Brenneck
Paroles/Composition
Nick Movshon
Nick Movshon
Paroles/Composition
Christopher "Brody" Brown
Christopher "Brody" Brown
Paroles/Composition
Homer Steinweiss
Homer Steinweiss
Paroles/Composition
Peter Hernandez
Peter Hernandez
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Mark Ronson
Mark Ronson
Production
Bruno Mars
Bruno Mars
Production
Thomas Brenneck
Thomas Brenneck
Ingénierie
Jeff Bhasker
Jeff Bhasker
Production
Boys Noize
Boys Noize
Production complémentaire
Boo Mitchell
Boo Mitchell
Ingénierie de prise de son
Tom Elmhirst
Tom Elmhirst
Ingénierie de mixage
Joe Visciano
Joe Visciano
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Joshua Blair
Joshua Blair
Ingénierie de prise de son
Rhys Downing
Rhys Downing
Ingénierie de prise de son

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Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Mystikal Calling all cars in here for the Prince of the South Kill that yabba-dabba-doo shit, I just got out Still rapping, slapping kittens and grabbing my crotch I'm the artist, the Godfather, still hard as a rock You gon' mess around and make me knock your fruit juice loose Banana, your watermelon and pomegranate too Rhyming kung-fu that split bamboo Crowd rocking, ain't no stopping that rapping ass fool I been bad bruh, whatcha getting mad for? I'm gon' have to light you up, I eat flames up and crap fire out Don't make me light my butt Excuse me, who me? I got a lot of groupies I ought to have a freaking doghouse like Snoopy Curtains go up It's going down Tear that thing out the frame for my band, ow Come on, come on, uh Feel right in this mutha- (right) Feel good in this mutha- (right) My whole hood in this mutha- (right) And we gon' rock this mother for ya (all night) Feel right in this mutha- (right) Feel good in this mutha- (right) My whole hood in this mutha- (right) And we gon' rock this mother for ya (all night) And we gon' rock this mother for ya (all night) Yeah, we gon' rock this mother for ya (all night) Get down, Mystikal Don't hurt 'em now She grabbing on my pants, she trying to pull it out my pocket Don't yank on it so hard, you gonna pull out the socket It's exercise with thighs and hip muscles Next exercise we gon' burn some lip muscles Let the music work your ear muscles And if you skinny then use your lil' muscles Bag back or tea bag with these duffles Pow-pow, pow, get smashed when we hustle When the last time you had a knuckle sandwich? When the last time somebody had they foot so far up your ass You couldn't handle it? You can't stand it To make matters worse I gotta go to the studio with Bruno Mars On another planet, don't get mad, I'm just sayin' Don't believe it 'cause I'm sayin' it Believe it 'cause I'm telling you I'm doing the rapping and bussing Ronson on the scratching and cutting Come on, come on Feel right in this mutha- (right) Feel good in this mutha- (right) My whole hood in this mutha- (right) And we gon' rock this mother for ya (all night) Feel right in this mutha- (right) Feel good in this mutha- (right) My whole hood in this mutha- (right) And we gon' rock this mother for ya (all night) And we gon' rock this mother for ya (all night) Yeah we gon' rock this mother for ya (all night) Woah Get down Come on, wait a minute now Give it to 'em on the one This the intermission I'll break it down so the people listen Take a second to wipe my sweat Might be the only chance you get to catch your breath Don't get too comfortable in here Better believe I'm bringing back the rumble in here Just when you thought you could cool down And sip some of that water Shit, I'm back Say it again Feel right in this mutha- (right) Feel good in this mutha- (right) My whole hood in this mutha- (right) And we gon' rock this mother for ya (all night) Feel right in this mutha- (right) Feel good in this mutha- (right) My whole hood in this mutha- (right) And we gon' rock this mother for ya (all night) And we gon' rock this mother for ya (all night) Yeah we gon' rock this mother for ya (all night) Ladies and gentlemen, one more time Put your hands together for Mystikal Don't it feel good Ain't he makin' us feel good tonight? Thank you Mr. Ronson for bringing us together this evening We're gon' go ahead and head on to that afterparty We'll see y'all uptown, come on
Writer(s): Peter Gene Hernandez, Homer Steinweiss, Thomas R. Brenneck, Nick Movshon, Michael L. Tyler, Mark Ronson, Christopher Steven Brown, Philip Martin Lawrence Ii, Jeffrey Nath Bhasker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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