Please, please, please, please me (You don't have to go) Baby please, baby please, please me (You don't have to go) Baby please, baby please don't go (
you're gone (Please, please don't go) Please, please, please, please, please (Please, please don't go) Please, please, please, please, please (Please, please
) darlin please do oh oh yeah, I love you so (please, please, oh oh) . . . Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, Darlin please
ترجمه: جیمز براون. لطفا لطفا لطفا.
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
be brothers But when you come to L.A., watch your motherfuckin colors West Up! nigga Chorus Verse Four: WC Give it up, give it up Like the nigga James Brown
evil, and I'm bad like Steve Segal Above the law 'cuz I don't agree wit police either We ain't eager to be legal So please leave me with the keys to
my airline flight assistant Terry? You'll get no record deal actin' like Neneh Cherry Back to work don't flirt Give me them passes to the James Brown concert Front row seats at least, please
givin' it up till the day we die Niggaz hit me up, I'ma have to erupt So motherfucker west up Give it up, give it up like the nigga James Brown Me and
sayin to myself, I wish it was me That was on the stage doin my r-a-p Well uh, anyway we go back to the days When james brown used to have, the crowd
when the artistes were poor 'Cause when they made less they gave us so much more Let?s take it back to a ballroom, cloudy microphone Smokey Robinson, Nina Simone James Brown
, throw a slow jam up cause' sweet james jones on. Cash tryin to get put on, the only place I can put you is my home. If you down please givve my your
militant kid, twist ya like bolo You fucking idiot, playing with my Clan but you be fearin' it Fake one, I'm guaranteed to make you take one Please,
all doozers are strictly losers We 'gone blow bright like bulbs and fuses Tell your man he better slow his role Our guns'll make James Brown lose his soul, come on Please
stacked But hold on the topic, gotta say peace to all the brothers That lock it down for they town living the one life Guided and influenced by the one James Brown
dolla at ya Honey dip was a thug bitch from Bucktown Lookin like she needed a good fuckdown I was like damn momma you like ecstasy Like James Brown I
