on Gimme Make it stone to the bone Gimme my thing Gimme, gimme my thing Baby, got just what I want Feel so good Gimme, gimme my thing Gimme, gimme my thing Gimme, gimme my
brown James he some chicken chow mein Really man you done say some silly things And the fella Dana Dane boy you cuffin' claim to game Hate my main thang and my
, steady, just doing my thang I just do it, I just do it you know My momma said to do what you know So I'ma do what I know James Brown gave me the fluid
the planet that can take me out the game My heart beats forever like my name was Eddie King A Midwest rider like my dirty Jesse James The C E O of dirty
funk? Bitch! Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'? I'm talkin' to George Clinton, Bootsy Collins My nigga Suga Foot and Diamond from the Ohio Players I'm talkin' to James Brown
-hatin' bitches Gets my smob on, gets my mob on And niggas be talkin' the shit, but yo I'm quick to get my rob on 'Cause peelin' your cap will put my
, my buddy My buddy, my buddy, my buddy And you know that Me and you, my buddy My buddy, my buddy, my buddy Me and you, my buddy My buddy, my buddy, my
of you niggaz got the robe reindeer and a sleigh We don't call it five-oh, we call it one time It's my life my life my life my life, in the sunshine!
some of you niggaz got the robe reindeer and a sleigh We don't call it five, oh, we call it one time It's my life my life my life my life in the sunshine
this glock on my waist 'til my dyin' days It's nuttin' but a G thang, G-Unit and Dr. Dre Ain't it amazing how crazy the hood done made me? Feels like my
[hook] Damn damn damn james [pat brown] Dickie shorts & lincoln's clean Leanin' checking out the scene Gangsta boys bigga's lit ridin' out talkin' shit
, lemme see it I'm sweet James Jones And a trick I couldn't Take it off, bitch, bend over, lemme see it I'm sweet James Jones And a trick I couldn't be it Yo' a young brown
I hear you when you whisper, got the ear of Ray Charles I'm ahead of my class fucker And I only serve a bitch once so they treat my dick like the last supper Niggaz callin' out my
do it, I'm number 1, I knew it I thug, do my thang, and gangsters bop to it It's hit after hit, damn, I'm on the road I'm like James Brown now, man,
glock on my waist 'til my dayin' days It's nuttin' but a G thang, G-Unit and Dr. Dre Ain't it amazing how crazy the hood done made me? Feels like my
keep my pistol near,hearts never full of fear homie i stay well aware of whats goin around me muthafuckas want me dead i go wit a smile on my face,witness my
movin' deep, me and Jay Lee, That's my homie and we up about a ki' Business is good, got a new wife, I could do this for the rest of my life Hang with
on my mind You body smoother than wine, my mission to make you mind I can't sleep, I can't eat without you up in my world I want you and just you fuck
