They say loving nothing but the blues Everybody got the blue sometimes They say that loving nothing but the blues And everybody got the blue sometimes
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
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
back Bring the marty to your face wit no place to run back I'm from the slums that created the bass that thump back This ain't a game clown, play ya James Brown
life, them big boy Toys'R'Us Got them S5 fifties Maybach's, push suede back Four hundred G's, on the concrete, save that Like James Brown, it's the 'Big
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
(A) 59 Christie Street There's a girl over there With long brown hair I took her to the place I threw the mattress in her face Took off her shirt Took
then burp him Don't fuck around, I'm not your lil' homey I'm the King of the Underground, so act like you know me Homie, we big steppin', big reppin
to your face wit no place to run back I'm from the slums that created the bass that thump back This ain't a game clown, play ya James Brown and jump
about to begin When I say funk session, i ain't talking about George Clinton I love that nigger though I ain't talking about James Brown and Sly Stone
back Four hundred g's, on the concrete, save that Like James Brown, it's the Big Payback Same place you front's where you get laid at Strong arm a nigga
[James Brown] (Funky) [The O'Jays] (Money, money, money) (Funky) (Funky) (Money, money, money) (Funky) Get up, party people, listen to this rap
I'm not your lil' homey I'm the king of the underground so act like you know me (Next up!) [Kool G. Rap:] Feel me... Homie, we big steppin, big reppin
[Intro - Big Boi] Yeah! All the ladies say hoooo All the hoes say: [Gucci] Hah! Hah! Hah! [Big Boi] Gucci up, here we go A-town, C-post Cut masta swift
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 the chronic
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
