You ready, Mase?      Party people   In the place to be   It's about that time   For us to      Yo, what you know about goin' out?   Head west, red Lex, TV's all up in the headrest   Try and live it up, ride true, a bigger truck   Peeps all glittered up, stick up can, they go what?      Jig wit it 'cuz ship crisp, split it all   Ho's ride, get your nut 'till I can't get it up   I'm a big man, give this man room   I'd a hit everything from Cancun to Grant's tomb      Why you standin' on the wall? Hand on your balls   Lighting up drugs, always fightin' in the club   I'm the reason they made the dress code   They figure I wouldn't wild when I'm in my French clothes      Dress as I suppose, from my neck to my toes   Neck full of gold, baguettes in my Rolls   Wreck shows, collect those, extra O's   Buy the E, get a key to the Lex to hold      East, West, every state, come on, bury the hate   Millions, the only thing we in a hurry to make   Are the friend that act's friend in a Lex or a Benz   Let's begin, bring this BS to an end      Bad, bad, bad, bad boy   You make me feel so good   (You know you make me feel so good)   (You know you make me feel so good)      Bad, bad, bad, bad boy   I wouldn't change you if I could   (I wouldn't change you if I could)   (I wouldn't change you if I could)      You can't understand we be Waikiki   Sippin' DP to the TV, look greedy   Little kids see me, way out in DC   With a Z3, chrome VB's, they wanna be me      Nigga's talkin' shit, they ought to quit   I'm fortunate they don't see a fourth what I get   And those be the same ones walkin' while I whip   Just stylishing cars 'cuz they all true Nig'      So, while you daydream my Mercedes gleam   And I deal with ho's that pose in Maybeline   One time you had it all, I ain't mad at ya'll   Now give me the catalog, I'll show you how daddy bought      Six cars and power to fire big stars   Sit up, CEO style, smokin' on cigars, nigga   It's like y'all be talkin' funny   I don't understand language of people with short money      Bad, bad, bad, bad boy   You make me feel so good   (You know you make me feel so good)   (You know you make me feel so good)      Bad, bad, bad, bad boy   I wouldn't change you if I could   (I wouldn't change you if I could)   (I wouldn't change you if I could)      Do Mase got the ladies? Yeah, yeah   Do Puff drive Mercedes? Yeah, yeah   Take hits from the 80's? Yeah, yeah   But do it sound so crazy? Yeah, yeah      Well, me personally, it's nothin' personal   I do what work for me, you do what work for you   And I dress with what I was blessed with   Never been arrested for nothin' domestic      And I chill the way you met me   With a jet ski attached to a SE   Smoke my Nestle, no mad rap-ass cat, where my check be?   Problem with y'all I say it directly      Went from hard to sweet, starved to eat   From no hoes at shows to menage in suites   Now, I be the cat that be hard to meet   Gettin' head from girls that used to hardly speak      Bad, bad, bad, bad boy   You make me feel so good   (You know you make me feel so good)   (You know you make me feel so good)      Bad, bad, bad, bad boy   I wouldn't change you if I could   (I wouldn't change you if I could)   (I wouldn't change you if I could)      Bad, bad, bad, bad boy   You make me feel so good   (You know you make me feel so good)   (You know you make me feel so good)      Bad, bad, bad, bad boy   I wouldn't change you if I could   (I wouldn't change you if I could)   (I wouldn't change you if I could)      Bad, bad, bad, bad boy