man with the flaxen wig? Who brought this city to its knees, who left it lusting. Have you seen the man who lathers his face featureless? Because incognito blood
the man with the flaxen wig? Who brought this city to its knees, who left it lusting. Have you seen the man who lathers his face featureless? Because incognito blood
be brothers But when you come to L.A., watch your motherfuckin colors West Up! nigga Chorus Verse Four: WC Give it up, give it up Like the nigga James Brown
blood? Gainin' on ya, gainin' on ya Gainin' on ya, gainin' on ya Yeah, what's happenin', Black? Brother Black, blood even Yeah, ha, just funnin', gettin' down Ah, blood to blood
to give it to me Like Rick James, I kick game and spit flame Burning rappers all up out their frame We get into this vein From Brownsville all the way down to Brisbean (Damn this brother
givin' it up till the day we die Niggaz hit me up, I'ma have to erupt So motherfucker west up Give it up, give it up like the nigga James Brown Me and
when the artistes were poor 'Cause when they made less they gave us so much more Let?s take it back to a ballroom, cloudy microphone Smokey Robinson, Nina Simone James Brown
- Steelblade drinkin' blood in darkness, it's War amongs' the rebels Madness, madness, war Night number three, over the river Right outside the Rainbow Inside James Brown
stacked But hold on the topic, gotta say peace to all the brothers That lock it down for they town living the one life Guided and influenced by the one James Brown
The dress code of our parents looked awfully outrageous Not down on em, games and clownin When soul was at it's highest rate like james brown 'n them
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
to give it to me Like Rick James, I kick game and spit flame Burning rappers all up out their frame We get into this vein From Brownsville all the way down to Brisbean {Damn this brother
Suckers I run through easy as 1-2 I don't know kung-fu but I bet you my gun do And that's the way it's goin down, word to James Brown Save the games,
third world dream Impale bubblegum rap stars on microphones infected with gangrene Deconstruct contemporary pop culture to reinvent my own mainstream C'mon [JAMES BROWN] "Yeah, brotha
got to give it to me Like Rick James, I kick game and spit flame Burning rappers all up out their frame We get into this vein From Brownsville all the way down to Brisbean {Damn this brother
stacked But hold on the topic gotta say peace to all the brothers That lock it down for they town living the one life Guided and influenced by the one James Brown
piled in the trunk Playboy books with Black Tail, my boy, readin Hustler I pull up with no Benz, just a Plymouth Duster Cruisin around town, naked bumpin James Brown
