, come over here Please, please, come over here Please, please, come over here Come over here, come over here, come over here I said please, please, come over here
Fordítás: James Brown. Gyere ide.
baby, come over here Please, please, come over here Please, please, come over here Come over here, come over here, come over here I said please, please, come over here
What? Everybody over there What? Do you want that funky soul, yo? Come on, hit it They don't want music, they don't know how to use it All they want,
, I got army guns, gimmie 1, *** 1 and here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4 And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1 (Gimmie 1, ***) And here comes the 2 to the
pang petty What, what, what, what you're livin' here To live the life that gangstas do (My buddy, my buddy) (My buddy, my buddy) What, what, what, what you're livin' here
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
you ain't familiar with these here parts You know, there's a story behind that there saloon Twenty years ago, two outlaws took this whole town over Sheriffs
yo but still yo, it's love here And it's felt by anybody that come here Out of towners take the train, plane and bus here Must be something that they really want here
? (Brooklyn) And how you living? (Very well, very well) Damn you had to say it twice? (That's right) So you nice? (Damn right) I rock the party all night, all night So why you over here
Yeah, we here tonight, live on stage Quincy Jones, James Brown, Prince, Madonna And of course Kool Keith Take it away, at the Grand Auditorium Now you
been through the week Did you book my airline flight assistant Terry? You'll get no record deal actin' like Neneh Cherry Back to work don't flirt Give me them passes to the James Brown
to side We be givin' it up till the day we die Niggaz hit me up, I'ma have to erupt So motherfucker west up Nigga clear the lane, here I come once again
like the young James Brown Yeah, I know I'm hot but hey, I'm icy too Rocks'll hit you from a block away like a beat from Dr. Dre We're takin over this
(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
Talk to me Alfred, come on There you go, come on, Lord Alfred Everybody else come on and dance, good God Come on, everybody dance Alfred, come on and
