Feelin' 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 chilling with two bitches like Jack

I pimps and I mack, drive a Benz and a 'Lac

Man, I've been in the back with the groupies and the stars

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

I've been on the yard with the Mexican Mafia

And I only run with **** 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 with 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 a ATM card

I'm in the building and I'm feeling myself

Man, I'm feeling myself

I'm in the building and I'm feeling myself

Man, I'm feeling myself

I'm in the building and I'm feeling myself

Man, I'm feeling myself

I'm in the building and I'm feeling myself

Man, I'm feeling myself

She's in the building and she's feeling herself

She's looking bad, but I'm willing to help

Stop it, baby, you're killing yourself

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

I'm feeling 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 two

We can hit my ****, 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're full of shit and I'm feeling myself

I'm in the building and I'm feeling myself

Man, I'm feeling myself

I'm in the building and I'm feeling myself

Man, I'm feeling myself

I'm in the building and I'm feeling myself

Man, I'm feeling myself

I'm in the building and I'm feeling myself

Man, I'm feeling 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 growling, I'm styling and wilding

Drinking vodka straight, fuck a Long Island

I want my own island, you betcha I'ma 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 talking to your girly

I'm in the building and I'm feeling myself

Man, I'm feeling myself

I'm in the building and I'm feeling myself

Man, I'm feelin myself

I'm in the building and I'm feeling myself

Man, I'm feeling myself

I'm in the building and I'm feeling myself

Man, I'm feeling myself