James Brown (Remix Edit)

"Now I can't say exactly what did happen You just don't understand unless you been through it" Hey yeah! Hey yeah! Awh! I got soul, dress got holes Got a brand new van, gun and Cherokee Driving fast like flashes past, the cops are chasing me Hot-pants, she looked fine, she said that she was mine She was cute, torched my suit and that's the bottom line It's a man's man's world in America Jump back in my cell Please please please in America Slipping into hell On my trail, car chase boogaloo FBI, CIA, and the Russians too Kicking down the door, couldn't take no more When I'm about there is no doubt that papas' word is law It's a man's man's world in America Jump back in my cell Please please please in America Slipping into hell "Life can be bright in America If you can fight in America Life is all right in America If you're all-white in America" High speed chase on my case Radio ahead A.P.B. after me They said, I shot the bed It's a man's man's world in America Jump back in my cell Please please please in America Slipping into hell Shooting up her mink ("Get the hell out of the car!"), gunshots in the air Jump back my car ("Get out of the car!"), goodfoot out of there Roadblock ahead, try to flag me down ("Drop to your knees!") Soul power and miles per hour ("Drop to the ground"), feet don't touch the ground 'Cause I got soul, dress got holes Intent to kill, but she loves me still It's a man's man's world in America Jump back in my cell Please please please in America Slipping into hell Hey yeah! 'Cause it's a man's man's world in America Jump back in my cell Please please please in America Slipping into hell Keep goin' I got soul, I'm Superbad Living in America sure does drive you mad It's a man's man's world in America Jump back in my cell (hey yeah!) Please please please in America Slipping into hell Bullets hit the wheel, riccochet could sweat Talking loud, black 'n' proud, said, papa don't mess Can you walk the line, rookie read my rights Million hits did the splits, this is dynamite! Funky time behind, road block up ahead Driving fast flashes past, Superbad, I said Papa's on the run with a cherokee and gun People need a hit when you're chasing number one It's a man's man's world in America Jump back in my cell (hey yeah!) Please please please in America Slipping into hell "I got you" "I'm sorry"