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Black Stone Cherry – James Brown lyrics

Wa-hoo, wa-hooo!
Wa-hoo, wa-hooo!
Wa-hoo, wa-hooo!
Wa-hooo! Just like James Brown!

Wa-hoo, wa-hooo!
Wa-hoo, wa-hooo!
Wa-hoo, wa-hooo!
Wa-hooo! Wa-hooo!

[Verse 1]
In time to write a rhyme to reach
Get’cha new procedure
Need a soul to preach to
Get me a soul to preach to, ah

[Verse 2]
Don’t want, but you know I’m needed
Gets ya on your feet
‘Stead of tryin’ to beat it
I am not defeated

[Pre-Chorus]
Ah!
Well let me talk at you, babe

[Chorus]
Hot damn, you move just like magic
So hip that it’s tragic
(Well lookie here, let me break this down)
(I feel good, just like James Brown)
Heart-breaker got me a-ramblin’
Like I’ve been time travellin’
(A back-beat to the funky sound)
(I’m a ghost, just like James Brown)

Wa-hoo, wa-hooo!
Wa-hoo, wa-hooo!
Wa-hoo, wa-hooo!
Wa-hooo! Wa-hooo!

[Verse 3]
We have time to find a way to say it
Said rewind, replay it
‘Til it’s sex or rated
Until it’s sex for ratings

[Verse 4]
My, my so we’re going under
You’re the Eighth Wonder
Baby, I’m the hunter
Well call me their hunter

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah now, baby!
Well let me talk at you, baby

[Chorus]
Hot damn, you move just like magic
So hip that it’s tragic
(Well lookie here, let me break this down)
(I feel good, just like James Brown)
Heart-breaker got me a-ramblin’
Like I’ve been time travellin’
(A back-beat to the funky sound)
(I’m a ghost, just like James Brown)

[Interlude]
I’m about to say something funky, babe!

[Guitar Solo]

[Pre-Chorus]
Hot damn, you move just like magic (Move just like magic)
So hip that it’s tragic (It’s tragic)
(I feel good, I knew I would, now!)

[Chorus]
Hot damn, you move just like magic
So hip that it’s tragic
(Well lookie here, let me break this down)
(I feel good, just like James Brown)
Heart-breaker got me a-ramblin’
Like I’ve been time travellin’
(A back-beat to the funky sound)
(I’m a ghost, just like James Brown)

(I feel good, baby
Like I knew I would, ooh!)

Wa-hoo, wa-hooo!
Wa-hoo, wa-hooo!
Wa-hoo, wa-hooo!
Wa-hooo! Just like James Brown!

Wa-hoo, wa-hooo!
Wa-hoo, wa-hooo!
Wa-hoo, wa-hooo!
Wa-hooo! Just like James Brown!

[Outro]
I’m gonna be your sex machine, baby
Just like James Brown, Brown, Brown, Brown, Brown

Macklemore – Ten Million lyrics

I paid my dues, now I’m really on
Prince to the SEA, put my city on
Left the condo for a bigger home
Everything clean like my chicken bones
I work hard, I work hard for it
Had to go back to the chalkboard
We was tourin’ countries all foreign
Now I don’t gotta open car doors
So say what’s up to my haters at the club tonight
I’ll be busy singing my daughter lullaby’s
When she sleep, I hit the booth and get super lit
Living my dreams like I sleep in another life
Living my dreams like I sleep in another life, yeah
The tensions so thick, you could cut with a butter knife, yeah
If that’s your example of artists, then what am I?
You lied, they consume it, you say that you booming
That’s probably why Metro don’t trust you, gosh

I am not surprised, I am not surprised, yeah
Had to optimize, then monopolize, yeah
We turn out the lights then we come alive, yeah
All these dollar signs, ain’t no 9 to 5, yeah
I am not surprised, I am not surprised, yeah
Had to optimize, then monopolize, yeah
We turn out the lights then we come alive, yeah
All these dollar signs, ain’t no 9 to 5, yeah

10 million sold, go and look at that
Ain’t no middleman gonna get any of that
I suck at math, but I know how to add (1 + 1)
That’s a whole ‘lotta money
Bought my babies and my mama a pad
Wow, do a spin move on stage looking like the white James Brown
There’s a whole lotta people in this arena and you know it sold out
Took my daughter on the road and she pointing’ at me from the crowd
Saying, “That’s my daddy, top 5 on stage,” no doubt
In God we trust, God we trust
They ain’t came in the same way
They are not with us, not with us
Came back and it’s game time
This the follow-up, and now I’m up
I decided that was not enough
Dopps and Budo with that final touch
Competition, go and line ’em up
I run this shit, I run this shit
Put that on my momma
I done this shit, I done this shit since I was pushin’ a Honda
No one hit shit, no one hit shit, platinum plaques in mi casa
And my accountant’s dead (rest in peace)
Couldn’t count the commas

I am not surprised, I am not surprised, yeah
Had to optimize, then monopolize, yeah
We turn out the lights then we come alive, yeah
All these dollar signs, ain’t no 9 to 5, yeah
I am not surprised, I am not surprised, yeah
Had to optimize, then monopolize, yeah
We turn out the lights then we come alive, yeah
All these dollar signs, ain’t no 9 to 5, yeah

Gemini

Lil Wayne – Blackin Out (feat. Euro)

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Six shit
Ay yah yah yah yah yah yah yah
Six nigga, Dedication six niggas
Six nigga, six nigga, Dedication six niggas
Six nigga, sick nigga, sick six shit nigga

[Verse 1: Euro + Lil Wayne]
I hear y’all new shit and I cringe (I cringe)
Your girlfriend likes me and my friends (My friends)
If we hit it, that oui is not French (Not French)
I’m anti-social, pardon my tints (My tints)
We left eleven, not 11 AM (Yeah)
Raw papers full of peas, cups full of mayhem (Yeah)
We all wavy, I’m just sort of on a different wavelength (Yeah)
See they more like superstars, I’m more like Super Saiyans
Bein’ the greatest ever is my destiny skills
Since a child, I focused on my Cali b [?] and Michelle (Okay)
Sittin’ back, getting head from Mademoiselle
Tryna’ put every ghetto kid with a dream in my will
Dedicated to you to you for the 6th time, killed it on 5th one
Now they say I’m big time
While them niggas skipped lunch,I learned how to skip lines
I learned how to kick, punch, power through to get mine
Used to fuck with Sega, my uncle had a pasia
I knew this drug king-pin that tried to run for Mayor (skrt!)
Posted on the back-blocks talking player-player
If she bad and I am greata’, get her unlimited data
They tryna’ build a wall, man my dogs gon’ hate that shit
And build underground railroads, so the Maybachs fit, yeah
We in the game but we don’t play that shit
Cover your soul before they take that shit
Young

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Right nigga, wrong nigga, dope nigga, ill nigga
Rich nigga, polo nigga, house bigga’ bills
Bigga’ sick nigga, hill nigga, lit nigga, chill nigga
Racks nigga, real bigga’, Shaq bigga’, lil’ nigga
Facts nigga, trill nigga, tax nigga, still nigga
Coke on coke nigga, slopes nigga, hills nigga, joke nigga
No nigga, clip figure, quick trigger, thick strippers
I ain’t into stick figures, make signals, O.J. with the brick
Nigga run through the white
Nigga, O.J. on my wrist, nigga that’s Sunny D-Light
Nigga, diamonds in my teeth, Shawty like the pearly whites
Nigga, straight from New Orleans, like a plate of dirty rice
Nigga, bought a lot of art, and I bought a lot to snort, hey
Beat around her bush, right up there we beat the court case
Talkin’ boutta a war, that’s a convo’ at the bar, wait
Drugs in the Broncos start the motherfuckin’ Huss race
I take off fom Urden, take your bitch up into MySpace
I tell her keep her mouth shut
And if not I got some Scottish tape
Gotta keep the lock-safe, referring to the safe-lock
The shells fallin’ to the ground, shakin’ make you do the James Brown
I still wear the same crown, light-skin or light-brown
I still dick her right down, hit her with the pipe bounce
Some niggas like flight crowns
Some niggas like to fight vessels
Some niggas got the right time, if you’re asking me
I say "Time will tell"
Some niggas think they icons, some bitches think that I cast em’
Niggas got an iPhone, some niggas had a SkyTel
Niggas really pythons, I’m watching out for myself
Tattoos, black skin, red eyes, blonde hair
Lyin’ here, lookin’ like "aww, yeah", lawn chair
Chop right off a Con air land it on the Timeshare
I will, Versace eye-wear, feelin’ like top shelf
Cool is two L’s and rock bells, hot as Scottsdale
Bombshell

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Blackin’ out, blackin’ out, we on the drugs
Blackin’ out, blackin’ out, blackin’ out, blackin’ out
All the guns, blackin’ out, blackin’ out, black-black-blackin’ out
On the run, actin’ out, actin’ out, actin’ out, actin’ out (Bow!)
Yeah, blackin’ out, blackin’ out, we on the drugs
Blackin’ out, blackin’ out, blackin’ out, blackin’ out
All the guns, blackin’ out, blackin’ out, black-black-blackin’ out
On the run, actin’ out, actin’ out, actin’ out
That’s some slick shit

TLC – Way Back (Explicit) (Tlc Deluxe Album)

It’s been a long, long time comin’
Ain’t seen you around
Time keeps on passin’
But you still my bitch
Can’t tell us nothin’
And it’s nothin’ but a thing, to pick up where we left off (yeah)

Don’t you ever think
Back on all that other shit we went through
You know I remember (yeah)
Don’t you ever wish
One day we could reminisce
It feels like, we were just together
‘Cause we go way back

Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
‘Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
We go way back

Twistin’ up a twenty sack
Fishin’, listen, reminiscin’ bout the days of way back
Aye, where the ladies at?
I need a fine one, top designer
Baby can you help find one?
A real one, not a phony, I wanna homie
Never leave me lonely, be my tenderoni
One hour photo together, take a few flicks together, that’ll last forever
Whether, we do, you do? Me too
See through it all, now creep with the Dogg
Don’t let the rain drops stop ya, I got ya
This is so evolutiona’ly proper
Now what the future holds, no one knows
But the past is a blast, game overload
It’s like Good Times, my favorite episodes
I’m just the same OG, givin’ y’all a little TLC

I’d like to think, when we were growin’ (growin’)
And shit got tough, we kept it goin’ (goin’)
Out in the streets, no signs of slowin’ (yeah)
It’s still nothin’ but a thing, to pick up where we left off (yeah)

Don’t you ever think
Back on all that other shit we went through
You know I remember (yeah)
Don’t you ever wish
One day we could reminisce
It feels like, we were just together
‘Cause we go way back

Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
‘Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me

We go way back
Way back, way back, way back, way back (yeah)
‘Cause we go way back
Way back, way back, way back, way back
We go way back

Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Some things will never change
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change, you and me

2 Chainz – Sleep When U Die (Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Album)

[Intro]
It’s at least 100 degrees, sweating like a fool
Aiight, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Young Juice, ayy, ayy, okay, okay
By any means I gotta get it
You can sleep when you die, point blank, period
No excuse for this, you only get one life
You only get once chance
You can get more wives
You can get more ice, you can get more cars
Nigga listen to what I’m saying, I’m a real superstar, woo

[Chorus]
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Yeah I got too many watches on my arm
I got too much shit goin’ on
I got your favorite stripper on my phone
I got a bank account, got another bank account
Got another bank account, to be continued
Hibachi my menu, my bracelet on igloo
Every song is a single, you hear how the money talk
I may be bilingual, I pour out a liter, I light up the reefer
I’m back to charging niggas 100 a feature, yeah

[Chorus]
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Hard work beats talent
Dope boy meets talent
Don P and eat salad
Walking around, my feet Bally
Sisquo and St. Ives
Six guns, eight knives
Potato on the barrel of it
Make you niggas hate fries
Been poppin’ wheelies since 14
Sleeping with them, in them since 14
Ready to take one for the team
Ain’t no discount, if ain’t the one, we got a miscount
I am the truth, lil’ nigga, shooting bullets from the booth, lil’ nigga
BOOM

[Chorus]
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3]
You too concerned with others
This for the single mothers
Might have a millionaire
Moving through Riverdale
Jacket on Rick Flair
Watch on Rick Flair
James Brown with the slick hair
Watch how she dance on it, dance on the work
If the pussy squirt, put her name in a verse
I am so high, I’m scared to jump
Keep the gas on me, I’m prepared to pump, alright

[Chorus]
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die, yeah, yeah

Curren$y – Sidewalk Show (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Verse 1]
One time for the lifers, two times for the lighters
One is nothing if the other not present in the cypher
Let us never be divided, OG game provided
By the star of the show, not a side kick
My side chick got a side chick
That both came to slip and slide on my ishh
If I can find time
Diamonds in my Rolex got me temporarily blind
Forgive me for that braggadoious line
I’m not so flashy with mine
But every now and again you gotta remind niggas that I’m really on the grind
Some rappers just say it cause it rhymes
I say it, I plant it and then it’s mine
Roll up on me and see with your own eyes
That SLS keep em surprised

[Verse 2]
James Brown rendition
Don Perrion bottles is frigid
A couple models in here, Bridgette and Bridget
On wise and done lines, I spectated they got naked and played twister
I rolled another broken finger, this one was more extended
Smoke this for my nigga who no longer with us
Your spirit jump out them T-shirts and pictures
You live on my nigga
It’s like them coward ass suckas never killed ya
I’m taking dabs of the OG wax
My girl at the spa getting a Brazillian
When she get home I’m going swimming in it

Arthur Conley – Sweet Soul Music

Do you like good music?
Huh, that sweet soul music
Just as long as it’s swinging
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

Way out here on the floor, ya’ll
Ah, going to a go-go
Dancing with the music
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

Spotlight on Lou Rawls, ya’ll
Ah, don’t he look boss, ya’ll
Singing ‘Love’s a Hurtin Thing’, yall
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

Spotlight on Sam and Dave, ya’ll
Oh, don’t they look great y’all?
Singing, ‘Hold On I’m Coming’
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

Spotlight on Wilson Pickett, now
That wicked Wilson Pickett
Singing, ‘Mustang Sally’
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

Spotlight on Otis Redding, now
Singing ‘Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa’
‘Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa’
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Get it Otis

Spotlight on James Brown, ya’ll
He’s the king of them all, ya’ll
He’s the king of them all, ya’ll
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

Do ya like good music?
That sweet soul music
Just long as it’s swinging
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

I got to get the feeling
I got to get the feeling
Do ya like good music?
That sweet soul music
Help me get the feeling
I want to get the feeling
Otis Redding’s got the feeling

James Brown he got the feeling
Oh, I love good music

TLC – Way Back (Lyric Video)

[Verse: T-Boz]
It’s been a long, long time comin’
Ain’t seen you around
Time keeps on passin’
But you still my bitch
Can’t tell us nothin’
And it’s nothin’ but a thing, to pick up where we left off (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Chilli]
Don’t you ever think
Back on all that other shit we went through
You know I remember (yeah)
Don’t you ever wish
One day we could reminisce
It feels like, we were just together
Cause we go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
We go way back

[Verse: Snoop]
Twistin’ up a twenty sack
Fishin’, listen, reminiscin’ bout the days of way back
Aye, where the ladies at?
I need a fine one, top designer
Baby can you help me find one?
A real one, not a phony, I wanna homie
Never leave me lonely, be my tenderoni
One hour photo together, take a few flicks together, that’ll last forever
Whether, we do, you do? me too
See through it all, now creep with the Dogg
Don’t let the rain drops stop ya, I got ya
This is so evolutionary proper
Now what the future holds, no one knows
But the past is a blast, game overload
It’s like Good Times, my favorite episodes
I’m just the same OG, givin’ y’all a little TLC

[Verse: T-Boz]
I’d like to think, when we were growin’ (growin’)
And shit got tough, we kept it goin’ (goin’)
Out in the streets, no signs of slowin’ (yeah)
It’s still nothin’ but a thing, to pick up where we left off (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Chilli]
Don’t you ever think
Back on all that other shit we went through
You know I remember (yeah)
Don’t you ever wish
One day we could reminisce
It feels like, we were just together
Cause we go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me

[Bridge]
We go way back
Way back, way back, way back, way back (yeah)
Cause we go way back
Way back, way back, way back, way back
We go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me

TLC – Way Back (feat. Snoop Dogg)

[Verse: T-Boz]
It’s been a long, long time comin’
Ain’t seen you around
Time keeps on passin’
But you still my bitch
Can’t tell us nothin’
And it’s nothin’ but a thing, to pick up where we left off (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Chilli]
Don’t you ever think
Back on all that other shit we went through
You know I remember (yeah)
Don’t you ever wish
One day we could reminisce
It feels like, we were just together
Cause we go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
We go way back

[Verse: Snoop]
Twistin’ up a twenty sack
Fishin’, listen, reminiscin’ bout the days of way back
Aye, where the ladies at?
I need a fine one, top designer
Baby can you help find one?
A real one, not a phony, I wanna homie
Never leave me lonely, be my tenderoni
When our photo together, take a few flicks together, that’ll last forever
Whether, we do, you do? me too
See through it all, now creep with the Dogg
Don’t let the rain drops stop ya, I got ya
This is so evolutionary proper
Now what the future holds, no one knows
But the past is a blast, game overload
It’s like Good Times, my favorite episodes
I’m just the same OG, givin’ y’all a little TLC

[Verse: T-Boz]
I’d like to think, when we were growin’ (growin’)
And shit got tough, we kept it goin’ (goin’)
Out in the streets, no signs of slowin’ (yeah)
It’s still nothin’ but a thing, to pick up where we left off (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Chilli]
Don’t you ever think
Back on all that other shit we went through
You know I remember (yeah)
Don’t you ever wish
One day we could reminisce
It feels like, we were just together
Cause we go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me

[Bridge]
We go way back
Way back, way back, way back, way back (yeah)
Cause we go way back
Way back, way back, way back, way back
We go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me

U-Free – My New Black Benzo lyrics

So you say you like my new black Merce
And I say I like you, dear
All I really need is to stop for a sec
​To get a six-pack of beer

Drape your pretty legs on the dash
Unloose your hair and put on your shades
You can be sure I have enough cash
​And certainly ain’t got no AIDS

It’s so great to have you on the front seat
And drive like Max
To the cop behind the billboard say “Bye”!
Oh, baby, lift me up, take me to the top!
I really ***** want this
Baby, keep it up and please don’t stop
And then give me one more hot kiss
Sugar, take me down, shaking like James Brown
And now ***** you see
What we two can be
When we are free
My sweet girl, you and me
Oh yeah!

Let’s drive down Interstate 92
It’s pretty cool from what I’ve heard
We’ll find some place to get you a tattoo:
A dragon and a bird

My buddy just came back from doing time
Hard labor on this road
No cracks or bumps, benzo fine
​He really did a good job!

It’s so great to have you on the front seat
And drive like Max
To the cop behind the billboard say “Bye”!
Oh, baby, lift me up, take me to the top!
I really ***** want this
Baby, keep it up and please don’t stop
And then give me one more hot kiss
Sugar, take me down, shaking like James Brown
And now ***** you see
What we two can be
When we are free
My sweet girl, you and me
Oh yeah!

(Let’s drive down)
(Let’s drive down)
(Let’s drive down)
(Let’s drive down)

Oh, baby, lift me up, take me to the top!
I really ***** want this
Oh baby, keep it up and please don’t stop
And then give me one more hot kiss
Sugar, take me down, shaking like James Brown
And now ***** you see
What we two can be
When we are free
My sweet girl, you and me
Oh yeah!

TLC – Way Back Lyrics

Don’t you ever wish
One day we could reminisce
It feels like we were just together
Cause we go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like soft side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like old high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
I don’t…

I love to think
When we were growin
We kept it goin’ goin’
Out in the streets
It’s still nothin’ but a thing
To pick up where we left off

Ice Cube – Nobody Wants To Die (Mafia III Trailer)

[Intro]
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
Y’all thought I was soft as cotton
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
Messed around and forgot I was rotten
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
You know my resume
You tell ’em I’m on my way
But nobody (You tell ’em, I’m on my way)
Ah nobody wants to die

[Verse 1]
I keep my mind on my money, I keep my hand on my gunny
Don’t get to playin’ with sonny, unless you Playboy Bunny
I’ll put four in your tummy, tap two in your brain
See the man ain’t playing, if you think it’s a game
Haters whisper my name, suckers want what I slang
Arrogant and I’m vain, DA want me to hang
But let me explain, like Abel and Cain
That the black Grim Reaper is not my brother’s keeper
Revenge, revenge a killer’s on a binge of revenge
It depends if I can live with my sins
Lose family and friends (lost em all)
Now you got to lose life and limb, spit phlegm on them
Got the code of Rakim, homey, jokes ain’t allowed
And you boy ain’t scared to move the crowd with something loud
If you doubt what I’m about, go ahead an run your mouth
I’m the last thing you see when your time is running out, trick

[Hook]
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
I’ll send you fast boy, with a blast boy (first class, boy)
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
Messin’ with the wrong one, send you on that long run
Everybody wants to go to Heaven (I ain’t the one, son)
Pop you like a pro, now you good to go (yeah)
But nobody (Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody)
Ah nobody wants to die

[Verse 2]
You forgot where I come from, you forgot what I do
You forgot what you was sayin’, cuz I’m blockin’ your view
Now I got you on cue, you about to turn blue
Get around me now you actin’ like my little nephew
Boy what you wan’ do? You ain’t gon’ do ish
But go take a ish, is ’bout as funky as it get
Now I’ma have to admit, that I was prolly too nice
But take my advice or I’ll take your life
Now if you still wanna slice, let’s start with the fingers
Let’s move to the toes, and end with the penis
See men are from Mars, now you from Venus
How dumb you got to be tryin’ to think with the genius
It’s the big payback, you can’t clown James Brown
See a brother been down ever since Jamestown
You either swim or you’re drowned, you either gagged or you’re bound
Now you can’t make a sound, boy look at you now

[Hook]
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
I’ll send you fast boy, with a blast boy (first class, boy)
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
Messin’ with the wrong one, send you on that long run
Everybody wants to go to Heaven (I ain’t the one, Crip)
Pop you like a pro, now you good to go (Go on)
But nobody (Nobody, na)
Ah nobody wants to die

Fitz And The Tantrums – HandClap lyrics

Turn it up…!

Somebody save your soul cause you’ve been sinning in this city I know
Too many troubles, all these lovers got you losing control
You’re like a drug to me, a luxury, my sugar and gold
I want the good life
Every good night you’re a hard one to hold
Cause you don’t even know
I can make your hands clap
Said I can make your hands clap

Somebody save your soul cause you’ve been sinning in this city I know
Too many troubles, all these lovers got you losing control
You’re like a drug to me, a luxury, my sugar and gold
I want your sex and your affection when they’re holdin’ you close

Cause you don’t even know
I can make your hands clap
Said I can make your hands clap

Every night when the stars come out
Am I the only living soul around?
Need to believe you could hold me down
Cause I’m in need of somethin’ good right now
We could be screamin’ till the sun comes out
And when we wake we’d be the only sound
I get on my knees and say a prayer: James Brown

That I can make your hands clap
That I can make your hands clap
(Turn it up)
That I can make your hands clap

My flesh is searchin’ for your worst and best, don’t ever deny
I’m like a stranger, gimme me danger
All your wrongs and your rights
Secrets on Broadway to the freeway, you’re a keeper of crimes
Fear no conviction, grapes of wrath can only sweeten your wine

But you don’t even know
I can make your hands clap
Said I can make your hands clap

Every night when the stars come out
Am I the only living soul around?
Need to believe you could hold me down
Cause I’m in need of somethin’ good right now
We could be screamin’ till the sun comes out
And when we wake we’d be the only sound
I get on my knees and say a prayer: James Brown

That I can make your hands clap
That I can make your hands clap
That I can make your hands clap
That I can make your hands clap

(So can I get a handclap?)

Fitz And The Tantrums – HandClap lyrics

(Turn it up)

Somebody save your soul cause you’ve been sinning in this city I know
Too many troubles, all these lovers got you losing control
You’re like a drug to me, a luxury, my sugar and gold
I want the good life
Every good night you’re a hard one to hold
Cause you don’t even know
I can make your hands clap
Said I can make your hands clap

Somebody save your soul cause you’ve been sinning in this city I know
Too many troubles, all these lovers got you losing control
You’re like a drug to me, a luxury, my sugar and gold
I want your sex and your affection when they’re holdin’ you close

Cause you don’t even know
I can make your hands clap
Said I can make your hands clap

Every night when the stars come out
Am I the only living soul around?
Need to believe you could hold me down
Cause I’m in need of somethin’ good right now
We could be screamin’ till the sun comes out
And when we wake we’d be the only sound
I get on my knees and say a prayer: James Brown

That I can make your hands clap
That I can make your hands clap
(Turn it up)
That I can make your hands clap

My flesh is searchin’ for your worst and best, don’t ever deny
I’m like a stranger, gimme me danger
All your wrongs and your rights
Secrets on Broadway to the freeway, you’re a keeper of crimes
Fear no conviction, grapes of wrath can only sweeten your wine

But you don’t even know
I can make your hands clap
Said I can make your hands clap

Every night when the stars come out
Am I the only living soul around?
Need to believe you could hold me down
Cause I’m in need of somethin’ good right now
We could be screamin’ till the sun comes out
And when we wake we’d be the only sound
I get on my knees and say a prayer: James Brown

That I can make your hands clap
That I can make your hands clap
That I can make your hands clap
That I can make your hands clap
So can I get a handclap?