see Games don't mean a thing to me Long as you see Hey, hey Hey, hey Hit it Hit it, hit it Hit it, hit it, hit it Well, then dig it From the real
' to buy they bitch Now they rich try to piss everybody to trick off But a true boss to pay the cost, she giving away her drawls Word to the brown James
The star of the show Hardworking Mr. Dynamite James Brown, Brown, Brown Yo, I don't mean to brag, there's the tag Brown got a brand new bag Shining star
bag Give it to me, give it to me Give it to me, give it to me Give it to me, give it to me Give it to me, give it to me I'm real I'm real, I'm the
Let's make this Christmas mean something this year Let's make this Christmas mean something this year Hi everybody, this is James Brown This is a very
got peace of mind And I'll be groovin' at Christmas time Merry Christmas, happy New Year May you have a good cheer I love you, James Brown love you Your luck is
'ma do what I know James Brown gave me the fluid That means a baby could do it The Peas will do it so 'Coz I do it, do it, do it Get up on the stage
man b**ch Chorus-Amerie Foxy Brown- BK i throw it up Free stay manoloed up Cris air canary All these niggas hear me Lou Vittoun Lou Bratton bring fever cock sucker when foxy throw it
Every step you take, they remind you you ghetto So it's tough being Bobby Brown To be Bobby then, you gotta be Bobby now Now the question is, "Is to have
or slow There's always more labor after She's real Catholic, see, she fingers her cross and she says There is one reason, there is one reason" "You do it
respect it, cosmic injected That cause me to set it off just like that club record Hit it from the back, stay strapped like two packs of lubricants It
my drawers Hey boy this is the way the East coast swing it so bring it Man I told you ass Brown-er than James with the Sex Machine shit I keep
right now Yo, yo Red Yo, what's up G? Yo, yo, yo check this out I believe there's no nigga out there As funky as you True so, what we're gonna do Is
the brown, they might hire you High definition to any form of telecast Me and young dirty got plenty hoes and hella cash All I need is a minute to shatter
Beat your ass to death with a S-950 It's not a James Brown loop, it's not Parliament But you can smell it 'cause it sho' got a funky scent It's called
doing And you're sure to get dropped like a trick, nothings even up my sleeve A million albums sold and it's hard to believe well it's true homeboy It
L.A., watch your motherfuckin colors West Up! nigga Chorus Verse Four: WC Give it up, give it up Like the nigga James Brown, me and my niggaz are puttin it
I reckon you ain't familiar with these here parts You know, there's a story behind that there saloon Twenty years ago, two outlaws took this whole town
