want my thousand dollars now I don't give a fuck I went up in the club And like a thousand niggas A thousand chicks Was doing the James Brown Get the
diesel than Shaq old lady Boy, you did it, I done it, I get it, I punish The shit that I come with'll separate a rib from a stomach I'm the boss, when
(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
Yo, somethin' in the street went, bang, bang Makin' it hard for you to do your thang, thang Somethin' in the street went, bang, bang Up in the boss
capital ceases Ain?t no difference tween black and white Except the green in between, yeah, right Know, what I mean? Spook that sat by the sound Black like James Brown
old lady boy You did it I done it I get I punish The shit that I come wit?ll separate a rib from a stomach I?m the boss when I spit it you love matta
us smokin kush n they smokin dat james brown My dogs on the gamble n work threw the greyhound I come back from doin shows n I drop off by the pound Or ups it brown
now I dont give a fuck I went up in the club And like a thousand niggas A thousand chicks Was doing the James Brown Get the fuck out of here Im like
Watch Dem Dirty Boys Down South We Keep It Dirty G I Know You Heard Of Me I Got Dat Work Man I Got Dat White And I Got Dat Purp And I Got Dat Brown And
.G. I'm here to set your bitch asses free Here till i got it deep Get On your knees and say please, please, please Like James Brown Even stanks in your
to death! (uh) [Rapper Big Pooh:] Young'n you write cautious, I flow nauseous You Datsun, we Porsches; sturrin up losses for bosses or so-called bosses
buy their bitch Now they rich, try to piss everybody to trick off But a true boss to pay the cost, she giving away them drawers Word to the brown James
with me Holla at my hoes cause I dip my bitches From gold to platinum from rag to riches I'm the boss of the boss, the pimp shotcaller Worldwide Rider
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
and I'm happy that she put me on I'll never leave her for nothin, only a crazy man would That's why I had to tell ya that (I - feel - good) -- James Brown
in the ear as if ya for me I'm more "primetime" than Maury Plus I took ya to the "Bridge" like James Brown and Nas applaud me My rhymes is suppository