| 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 |