Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song James Brown, artist - Big Audio Dynamite. Date of issue: 29.04.2009
Song language: English
James Brown |
| «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» |