I said they're drivin' that funky soul In Georgia, drivin' that funky soul, drivin' that funky soul And you cross your tongue in Baltimore Philadelphia
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 so and so, missin' you Brother love Soulful
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im numba one I knew it I do I do my thing n gangstas bob to it They shit out tha hit, dam im on a roll Im like James Brown now, man I got soul Naw I
back, back into time Uhh Oh-oh, yeah-yeah Donny Hathaway (oh-oh), Leena Horne (yeah-yeah, yeah) Miss Aretha (oh-oh, yeah-yeah) The real thing, James Brown
I might lose you Let's cruise to the soulful sounds I'm tryin to make y'all get down And put some soul in ya ass Like James Brown (owwww!) I feel good
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
to the crib and let it all hang out, ah Where soulful people knows, what it's about, ah Where people do the sign and take your hands, ah And dancin' to the music James Brown
you copy cats out there Get offa my chip 'Cause I'm James Brown with the full, full force Ain't takin' no lib Hi, good God James Brown, James Brown
, steady, just doing my thang I just do it, I just do it you know My momma said to do what you know So I'ma do what I know James Brown gave me the fluid
've had my chance, you see? Santa Claus, go straight to the ghetto Santa Claus, the soul brothers need you so Santa Claus, tell him James Brown sent
in the motherfuckin' air Smoked out with niggaz from north New York to Montclair I rip the nouns from antonyms to synonyms 'Cause I got soul like James Brown
that shit up And let the funk be your guiding light You heard it comin' from the lungs Of the funkadelic brother himself More funk than a bag of skunk Twice the funk that James Brown
off 'cuz I can't find a decent vain The disaster wit dreads I'm bad enough to commit suicide and survive long enough To kill my soul after I'm dead
be mad 'Cause we're so bad we get respect you never had Tell the truth, James Brown was old 'Til Eric and Rakim came out with 'I Got Soul' Rap brings
can see I'm different G The universal magnificently I rock the party efficiently From the Brooklyn but centered to And I do it so lyrically That you got to give it to me Like Rick James
Hip-hop has always been you have a beef With another man step to him, and throw ya hands Come back and dance to the rhythm Of a james brown beat - and
few seconds, to say peace to Sarah Vaughn Now back to the steel that will wield a golden reel And when you kick it to a James Brown feel Field was made
