Lyrics:
Studded belt
Matchin' links
This the second set
Big wicks
I'm in the building
With the nappy dreads
Florida boy
Gun shine
It's a bayonet
Boom
Let me load it
In the town of Louisville they got a man they call Big Bad Bill
I wants to tell ya, he sure was tough tough, and he certainly did
strut his stuff
Foot into my crep
Big emcee by the end of the prep
Big emcee by the end of the sequel
Big emcee by the end of the set
I don't mess with them man
Them
Whoopi Goldberg black lip lookin' boy,
Midnight train Glady's Knight lookin' boy,
You poor lookin boy, don imus ol' nappy headed ho lookin' boy,
Dick in
and
Little brown girl, tryna find her place in the world
Called her nappy-headed, she just want some 3C curls
Called her blackie, neighbors khaki, wishing her
brown, pedal bikes, card out
Heavy like Miles Brown, we get bricks, ask round
No trips, far town, big whips, car sound
I don't care about them niggas if
Ladies and gentlemen
Fellow Americans
Lady Americans
This is James Brown
I wanna talk to you about one of our
Most deadly, killers in
that will scare you to death
I was on my way, man I had one foot in the grave
Motherfucker I stayed contemplating about my last and final day
I'm
And that's not a possibility cause
You big plastic girl
I'mma big boss man
I like old model cars and big sedans
You like two doors
Frontin' their
Bubonic the chronic tonic
Atomic Flow lava grabba
Robotic just load the choppa
Hair nappy I'm workin on product
Rappin n snappin you cappin
Passin
the speed of sound
Ooh, it's a killing machine
It's got everything
Like a driving power
Big fat tyres and everything
I love it and I need it, I feed
see that he wasn't a large man
I could tell that he wasn't too tall
I judged him to be 'bout five-foot three
And his voice was a soft Texas drawl
swords double wielding
I'm just checking out my hair and my feet are going weewoo
So I spread my wings and I start to fly
Then I get digested by a big fat
a port
On point like a mole
Man I'm always on go
I can never ever fold
Yea they took my big bro
Yea they really did him dirty
By the time he come home
Ima
You know I, this is James Brown
I'm such a lover of people
Because people did so much for me
I'm a lover of all humanity, all man kind
And I feel
I don't really I don't really I don't really I don't really give a d
About any man, woman, child thinking they can tell me who I am
Individuality is
8:46 i look thru the list
Of children of god police couldn't co exist w
I'm on my Medgar (Evers) & Malcolm (x) shit
Scribe by my lonely uptown in
George Floyd
Eric Garner
Micheal Brown
Sean Reed
Kendra James
Trayvon Martin
You ain't live in my life
You ain't walk in my road
You ain't felt
Did I live a plenty life?
I question myself as the paws of a man faced beast try to tear me apart
How did I end up here?
Why did I decide to follow
Bigger parking lot (bigger parking lot)
More customers (more customers)
I'm the big man
We are hustlers
Yeah, I love my wife
That brown curly hair (hair)
I
it seems, you would meet a man who would shake your hand like a big bro,
The second you turning ya' back he stabbing you deep in your vertebrae bone, (
mad ting
Police on man we're still trapping
Skr skr, drop top car
I dabble in the kitchen with the magic
Caramel brown she attractive
I get money
Tuesday give him hot shells like a taco
Watch his big man fall like tacko
Fuck his vest headshots headshots whoa
Look at this mess here
Done fucked up my
the Atchison, Topeka & the Santa Fe
Here she comes (oooh)
Hey Jim you better get the rig (oooh)
She's got a list of passengers that's pretty big
And they'll all
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