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
 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"