paroles de chanson Dead On It - James Brown
Riding
in
my
Thunderbird
on
the
freeway
I
turned
on
my
radio
to
hear
some
music
play
I
got
a
silly
rapper
talking
silly
shit
instead
And
the
only
good
rapper
is
one
that's
dead
on
it
Uh,
Dead
on
it
Shall
we
go
back?
(Yeah!)
Let's
go
Negros
from
Brooklyn
play
the
bass
pretty
good
But
the
ones
from
Minneapolis
play
it
like
it
oughta
should
A
magnum
fro
is
better
when
you
got
a
poof
on
it
And
the
to
and
fro
is
funky
when
the
grease
is
dead
on
it
(Funky
dead
on
it)
Uh,
dead
(on
it)
on
it
Shall
we
go
back?
Let's
go
They
dead
on
it,
wow
See
the
rapper's
problem
usually
stem
from
being
tone
deaf
Pack
the
house
then
try
to
sing
There
won't
be
no
one
left
(ha
ha)
(on
it)
Parking
lot's
on
fire,
brothers
peeling
out
of
the
town
They
say
in
disgust,
they
singing
their
guts
Rapping
done
let
us
down
(down
down)
You
got
to
be
dead...
on
it
Dead
on
it
(Dead)
All
the
sisters
like
it
when
you
lick
them
on
the
knees
Don't
believe
me?
(no)
Try
it
once
then
stop,
they'll
be
begging
Please,
please,
please
(please,
please,
please)
Shoo
be
doo
wa,
dead
on
it
What
does
that
have
to
do
with
the
funk?
Nothing,
but
who's
paying
the
bills?
If
you
don't
want
to
lick
my
knees,
I'm
sure
your
illUh,
because
we,
because
we,
because
we
dead
on
it
De,
de-
de-
de-
de-
de-
de,
dead
on
it,
on
it
La,
la,
la,
la
La,
la,
la,
la,
la,
la,
la,
la
La,
la,
la,
la
My
bed's
a
coffin,
Dracula
hasn't
got
shit
on
me
My
nickname's
Hell's-a-Popping,
I'm
badder
than
the
Wicked
Witch
I
got
a
gold
tooth,
costs
more
than
your
house
I
got
a
diamond
ring
on
four
fingers,
each
one
the
size
of
a
mouse
They
dead,
they
dead
on
it,
on
it
Wait
now,
hang
up,
dial
tone
on
the
three
You
know,
you
know,
I'm
busy,
to
scizzy
Can't
nobody
fuck
with
me
Because
I'm
dead
(on
it,
on
it,
on
it)
On
it
Shoo
be
doo
wa
wa,
dead
on
it
Dead
on
it,
on
it,
on
it
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