Lyrics:
of the party..
Lay back, stay back,
I am in the may back,
This ain’t James Brown,
But it’s the big playback,
Watch me zoom by,
Make it boom by,
Wat up to all
John
You baby dick-sucker
Joe Jackson beat you you better dance
Like James Brown faggot in red leather pants
You made up vitiligo you're
A liar you
a sig
In the bing I'm like Ving Rhames I bring pain
I sling cane off the wing like I'm King James
Y'all doubtin' who when I spit the whole lead
They
nicknamed her Missy
She lives alone out in New Orleans, she always tells me she miss me
But such as life, this story's real, it's not a movie by Disney
that James Brown style, when we're dancing
Non-stop dancing
Cherry, back to work don't flirt
Give me them passes to the James Brown concert
Front row seats at least, PLEASE don't bother me I need peace
Terry
of the quest
Right route Gladys west gps
Guiled by the throne
Watch what I own
Harpo productions
Ride along
You get a car you get a car
Do it for the crowd
James
the money
I don't want the fame
I speak like Obama
Produce like ye
Footwork James brown
And I'm loved like Rick James
I'm wise like Baldwin
Know God Like
on the parchment
Gripped by the sweaty palms of a prophet
I can see the chakras and the sutras
My life is clothed in a spiritual cloth
I dice cloves in my ritual
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
conjunction with Violator Entertainment
Bring to you, Foxy Brown
The album
"What the hell do you think I'm runnin' here, a chicken coop?"
Foxy,
to fuck the tutor
Her ex man drove a Mercury Cougar
I hit him with this maneuver he just couldn't recooper
We got vouchers to stand on these couches
James
James Brown
New king of Mo-Town
Side wit folk while
You not a G you a joke and thay all know now
I don't brag about the way that I lived in the past
I
crew
Ooh, blood ooze will fill up ya whole food
Dude usin' more tools them Tim from Home Improve'
Then I play it cool, smooth as James Brown shoes
a rock and a hard place, I am
Thinking I wouldn't fuck y’all up, well, I am
I gotta get my shit off
My style come from Devin The Dude, Kurupt too
And James
Words and music by Sting turn on my VCR
Same one I've had for years
James Brown on the Tammy show
Same tape I've had for years
I sit in my old car
style is so fly
James Brown sat me down in a chair
And said, "Snoopy
Don't you ever cut your hair"
I was dazed and amazed
That's why I keep my shit
In
the Dude, Kurupt, 2
And James Brown with his fist crossed
I fluctuate the vocals like Prince Rogers
Whoever thought a billionaire come
Out of Compton?
tired of your Shit
You don't never buy me nothin'
See every time you come around
You got to bring Jim, James, Paul, & Tyrone
See why can't we be by
One, two, three
Falling James in the Tahoe mud
Stick around to tell us all a tale
Well, he fell in love with a Gun Street girl
And now he's dancing
One, two, three
Falling James in the Tahoe mud
Stick around to tell us all a tale
Well, he fell in love with a Gun Street girl
And now he's
nerve
I take a break like James Brown to the bridge
Sailing, takes me away
To wherever I'm really going, shoobedowop
Up, up, and away!
In my
shoes…
Dead body bloody socks!
They could kill you for your watch…
Don’t believe me? Just watch!
Trinidad James got robbed by Bruno Mars
Shit is this Earth
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