'll be groovin' at Christmas time Merry Christmas, happy New Year May you have a good cheer I love you, James Brown love you Your luck is so and so, missin' you Brother
I've had my chance, you see? Santa Claus, go straight to the ghetto Santa Claus, the soul brothers need you so Santa Claus, tell him James Brown sent
did my time And it changed my mind I'm satisfied oh. I got so low down, fed up My god, I could hardly move Won't you come on, my brother Get on up and
two like Trugoy Wyclef, Pace 1, yo, this was how the West was won Our motto, a true Desperado, rappers want to be actors So they play the Jesse James
[studio demo from 1988, with charlie dominici on vocals. ] [an acoustic version with james labrie on vocals can be found on the ] ["acoustic dreams" cd
a brother smoke Let me roll We want your mind to blow Just got some things to do Back on the creep after losin' some change Seen my partner [unverified], Big Chief and James
wish you never seen 'Face You shoulda seen that lil' nigga, Brad James through here, seen Dave an' yo, that nigga bad An' your homies better stand still Don't make my brother
ahhs Brother chopped me on the top of my knot, but he got stopped When a twelve ounce bottle of Bartyle and James had him startled A bitch threw it caught
me Won and worn your rockets, so, he ain't put no scratch in my pocket Yo heard, with my head I cock it, and rock it like that brother in Colors Cause
a block burner like Lil' Wayne, revisin' the game like King James The head turner like Slim Thug Chain I'm bangin' hooks like Sugar Shane I'm thowed off like Major Payne, talkin' shit like Brother
to Q-tip Standin' tall like Shaq, honey I'm back, this ain't Blue Chips The new stuff, creamin' brothas like Breyer's He's heating up, nah, brotha,
my drawers Hey boy this is the way the East coast swing it so bring it Man I told you ass Brown-er than James with the Sex Machine shit I keep
light that shit up And let the funk be your guiding light You heard it comin' from the lungs Of the funkadelic brother himself More funk than a bag of skunk Twice the funk that James
want to jam 4 you, everybody get up I just want to jam 4 you I just want to jam 4 you, get on up "Get down, get down, on down", like James Brown plus
park Whatever helps you keep focus, safeguard your heart Icky messy mayne, we wrecklessly aim It's the tale of two brothers like Frank and Jesse James
ready? All you brand new rappers got a new flow You ain't samplin' James Brown no more Probably try to sample Cameo Parliament Funkadelic, you scandalous ho You stole it, Ossie Brothers
can 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
bag a brother with a Super Bowl ring Oh she, down in Dallas at the all-star game spittin' all-star game Tryna get a nigga with a all-star name Somethin' like James