Try me (Try me) Try me (Try me) Darlin' tell me I need you Try me (Try me) Try me (Try me) And your love will always be true Oh, I need you (I need
Try me Try me Darlin tell me I need you Try me Try me And your love will always be true Oh I need you (I need you) Hold me Hold me I want you right here
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' to buy they bitch Now they rich try to piss everybody to trick off But a true boss to pay the cost, she giving away her drawls Word to the brown James
The star of the show Hardworking Mr. Dynamite James Brown, Brown, Brown Yo, I don't mean to brag, there's the tag Brown got a brand new bag Shining star
king (king) Uh Inspired by Basquiat, my chariot's on fire Everybody took shots, hit my body up, I'm tired Build me up, break me down to build me up again
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 Brown's socks Hit me
Dangerous Crew style Ant Banks, let me flip this one more time Ya ready? All you brand new rappers got a new flow You ain't samplin' James Brown no more Probably try
you can't pay it, keep movin' on I'm into somethin' that your fake ass never can handle With your SP-12 and your raggedy samples Better stick with the James Brown
It's on Where they at, where they at, where they at I sold tapes every day me and Freddy B Been famous since 1983 Give me ten dollars, and you straight
was pride and young I used to try and come, to the neighborhood function Throw on my Izod, say a little something When I was just a youngin, before the days of thuggin How me
was red, socks was bloody, fuck all the talkin' Safety off and shit, crept out, "What up money? Freeze!" Don't move, turn around, act like James Brown
me Continue you just gonna, fall in the Midst of a hip-hop blitz with a trip Back to the batter to the gladys of the pi-dup Watch me ri-dup, all Type
broads, I fuck 'em but they don't fuck me who owe me money in the streets? try to duck me wigs get split like bananas, trust me keep it butter, call me
in me) So I'm double 0 seven, murder redrum wit my three fifty seven Brotha lynch hung, but the bitches call me kevin They try to make me think they
been my destiny Blast to the face so they won't get the best of me To make a big fat grip (grip) Land of the, sunshine, Tek 9, we steady dip Come test me