Lyrics:
but thanks to all the haters
I know G-IV pilots on a first name basis
In your city faded off the brown, Nino
She insists she got more class, we know
let off caps
Ha, Hitchcock couldn't write more wicked raps
Rip the Godfather, then you start that braggin
I never jumped on a James Brown bandwagon
Still fightin paranoia
Anxiety at an all time high
Better days that I'm pushin for
Are what help me get by
Sheez still roll brown haze by
Kate, I'm honoured to have you, my daughter
Sing on my Chrstmas album with me
Here is a lovely song called Winter Wonderland
And maybe you could
like James Brown
Drive slow like I'm from H Town
If you wanna get up, then stay down
What the fuck's the difference
Hustlin', pimpin', murder mittin'
the Rolling Stones
If I were a dance floor
James Brown could mash potatoes on
Me all night long
But I'm a man
Need someone to cook my favorite dish
I'm a man,
sleeping in, uh, his basement on the couch
Which is the cover to my first album, Under Pressure, shout out Cathy, shout out the Rosado family
All my
da-da-da-da-da-da-da!
Audi R-8, laid back, Black on Black
Diamonds on my neck and my wrist matchin' that.
Black mask, black Mag', brown bag;
Drop down now or nigga
the day Murdoc's tropical ghetto
Was raided by pirates
(Not the eye patch king - those modern
Day ones with machine guns and
No sense of flair) murdoc
wrote the crossover
But if the album sellout I'd be considered a sellout
The fans keep asking whens the album gonna come out
Ask your local execs I'm
person
Lets go!
Recess!
invasion!
I ain't even got a fucking album out
And niggas speaking my name! [aha!]
[welcome to detroit city! welcome to detroit
James Brown and The Jb's, Wilson Picket
Average White Band, Marvin Gaye, One Way
Isley Brothers, Tom Brown, Joe Tex
Lee Dorsey, Curtis Mayfield
War, Kool
that
Get down like James Brown I'm gunning that
You lil nigga I'm son in that
Debo in ya ant no fun in that
You get down you lay down you stay down
Even
I'm changing the whole game plan like when you press start
And hit options I'm coming back in the fourth like I'm
Lebron James or Kobe your bitch
He better change that
Flip shit quick fix
Arrange that
Feelin' like James Brown
Bring me my payback
The big one
Comin' if I sent for em
And some mad
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Swimsuit brown skin blessed by the sun
Rearview palm trees lovers on the run
Sea view cafe Crème brûlée
Sparkling Bubbles poppin through
shoes, let's feel the pain from the dues
I done paid them, did some dirt, but they don't play by no rules
I'm smoking like I have cataracts, moving smooth
down (she bust it, she bust it)
I pour very little but I smoke by the ounce (kush)
I feel good, I knew that I would
James Brown (chilling)
Baby don't you
down like James Brown
Or Chucky Brown or Troy Brown, I could make me another movie
In the jacuzzi and blast like a uzi, nigga I get free in the movies
(ayy)
Dancin' with the work like I'm James Brown (ow)
Young nigga havin' fame 'round town
Then we got rich off of verbs and nouns
Never been a sucker,
At night, I lie awake and this man is burning
Every waking moment, he haunts me
he's coming
I know he's coming
I see someone else in the fog by
This song go out to anybody who lost one of they homies man
You ever lost somebody
That felt like you was in this shit by yourself
But you gotta
but somehow I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money
George Hurrly and Mike Watt, to all those flops
But only when they ain't hangin' out
To Toby dog, to Louie dog, to Matt dog
James Brown, The BSM,
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