There are four black horses With eyes of flamin' red Their rovers are tied with ribbin' All around my baby's head The bells are ringin' And their sail
There are four black horses With eyes of flaming red Their rovers are tied with ribbing All around my baby's head The bells are ringing And their sail
Prijevod: James Brown. Zvona.
I love you, James Brown love you Your luck is so and so, missin' you Brother love Soulful Christmas like a sweet melody I'm a lucky you so and so The bells
Hip-hop pioneers we didn't ask to be But right then hip-hop changed drastically People didn't wanna hear the old rap sound We started samplin' beats by James Brown
, main nigga James wasn't having that James had boxing game and left niggaz laying flat All of us 12 or 13 at the time Drinking cheap wine and smokin' brown
want Hear the universal choir pray. Hear the James Brown song Hear the church choir sing It's the people's voice they're Conna bring up that bell
dance The Sound of Musik Hear the James Brown song, hear the church choir sing It's the people's voice they're gonna bring up that bell and ring The
i need action, satisfaction, i wanna cause some kind of reaction spin the wheel, roll the dice, black jack and sparkling wine on ice dry martini, james brown
't stay here, we got to go We got to go Alfred Oh shit, to funky, We got to go Alfred You got any old James Brown records? Huh? Good God, everybody, Lord
heart beating with heart Toyah Willcox - vocals Peter Van Hooke - drums Ian Wherry - keyboards Andy Brown - bass Al Hodge - guitar Frank Ricotti - percussion John Earle - saxophone Ray Beavis - saxophone Mike St James
rolls with a hot hand We stackin' cheese till the rubber bands pop scrams And I ain't breakdancin' when I'm in the pop stance Bank pounds like James Brown
on From prom date rape to the back break of gloria estefan I'm making moves like a stick pinnochio, no strings on me And go for broke like james brown
The dress code of our parents looked awfully outrageous Not down on em, games and clownin When soul was at it's highest rate like james brown 'n them
t stay here, we got to go. We got to go Alfred. Oh shit, too funky. We got to go Alfred. You got any old James Brown records? Huh? Good God, everybody
Later on at the Boys Club, while Tom excel I got a name for your brain that surely rings a bell Patti Duke had the nice hands, swift with Billy Boy Playin' James Brown
