"James Brown" as written by Mick Jones and Don Letts....
"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
Hotpants, 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
Jumpback 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
Papas' on the run with a cherokee and gun
People need a hit when you're chasing number 1

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"


Lyrics submitted by Zealot

James Brown song meanings
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