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 macks, 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 in the cars
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 but I'm willing to help
Stop it baby your 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 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 Westcoast 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 stomache ain't growlin' I'm stylin and wilin'
drinkin' Vodka straight, fuck a Long Island
I want my own island, bet you I'm a get it
I switch hits and play with both mits
I 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. Furly
Quit interrupting I'm talkin' to your girlie

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