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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Mark Ronson
Mark Ronson
Gitarre
Mystikal
Mystikal
Leadgesang
Bruno Mars
Bruno Mars
Begleitgesang
Philip Lawrence
Philip Lawrence
Begleitgesang
Thomas Brenneck
Thomas Brenneck
Gitarre
Nick Movshon
Nick Movshon
Bassgitarre
Christopher "Brody" Brown
Christopher "Brody" Brown
Bassgitarre
Homer Steinweiss
Homer Steinweiss
Schlagzeug
Jeff Bhasker
Jeff Bhasker
Percussion/Schlagzeug
Trombone Shorty
Trombone Shorty
Posaune
Dan Oestreicher
Dan Oestreicher
Baritonsaxofon
Tim McFatter
Tim McFatter
Tenorsaxofon
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Mark Ronson
Mark Ronson
Songwriter:in
Michael Tyler
Michael Tyler
Songwriter:in
Philip Lawrence
Philip Lawrence
Songwriter:in
Thomas Brenneck
Thomas Brenneck
Songwriter:in
Nick Movshon
Nick Movshon
Songwriter:in
Christopher "Brody" Brown
Christopher "Brody" Brown
Songwriter:in
Homer Steinweiss
Homer Steinweiss
Songwriter:in
Peter Hernandez
Peter Hernandez
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mark Ronson
Mark Ronson
Produzent:in
Bruno Mars
Bruno Mars
Produzent:in
Thomas Brenneck
Thomas Brenneck
Ingenieur:in
Jeff Bhasker
Jeff Bhasker
Produzent:in
Boys Noize
Boys Noize
Zusätzliche:r Produzent:in
Boo Mitchell
Boo Mitchell
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Tom Elmhirst
Tom Elmhirst
Mischtechniker:in
Joe Visciano
Joe Visciano
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Joshua Blair
Joshua Blair
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Rhys Downing
Rhys Downing
Aufnahmeingenieur:in

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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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