Текст песни Don't Tell It - Complete Version - James Brown

One, two... get down

Ha, me and my squeeze
Got a thing going on
Much more than you know

Me and my squeeze
Got a thing going on
Much more than you know

I say, I say
Me and my squeeze
Got a thing going on
Much more than you know

When I walk down at the bonkers street
My guilty con to show
Me and my main thing
Taken care of Iblis

In the morning time
Me, me and my main thing
Taken care of Edness
In the morning time

Just doing the do, ha
Feeling fine
Me and my squeeze
Gotta thing going on
Much more than you know

When we walk down that street
Honky there in the street
Back of road that′s it
That barely 'bout to strick

Uh, much more than you know
When we walk down that street
That filthy rocky street
My guilty con to show

And then I say
And then I ask myself
And then I ask myself
And then I ask myself

I say
Don′t tell it
Don't tell it
Don't tell it
Don′t tell it

The ice man know it
Don′t tell it
The red man know it
Don't tell it

My neighbors know it
Don′t tell it
Hey, dad, know it, uh
Don't tell it

Don′t tell it
Don't tell it
Don′t tell it
Babe, but don't tell it
Don't tell it
Don′t tell it, ah

Hey, I got to love my baby with all my heart
I got to love my baby like she loves me
I got to love my baby with all my heart
I got to love my baby like she loves me

I know I need her, hey
I want her so bad
I miss her
I gotta keep her with me right there, right there
Right there, right there, hey, momma

Huh, yeah, huh
Me and my main thing got a good thing going
Much more than you know
Me and my squeeze got a good thing going
Much more than you know
Me and my squeeze got a good thing going
Much more than you know

When I walk down that street
That dirty rotten street
The back of the road
That filthy street
The back of the road

And the ghetto road
That ghetto road
That poverty speaking street
That ghetto road
That poverty speaking street

That ghetto road
That rat crowded street
That ghetto road
That rat crowded street
You know I, you know I

When my people walk down the street
My guilty con to show
That dirty walking street
That barely ′bout to strick

The back of the road
That poverty speaking street
That funky road
That funky road

Then I ask myself
Then I ask myself
Do you know it?
Don't tell it, don′t tell it
Don't tell it, don′t, woman, don't tell it
Don′t tell it, don't, don't, don′t, don′t
Ah-ha! Don't tell it, hey

Don′t tell it, don't, don′t, don't, don′t
Oh, don't tell it
Uh, don't tell it, give it to me, Fred
Fred, uh, let me hear you, brother
Don′t tell it, hey
Uh ha, don′t tell it

I told you five times, woman
I told you five times, woman
I told you five times, woman
I told you five times, hey

I said
Don't, don′t, don't, don′t
Don't, don′t, wooh-ohh!
Don't tell it
Don't, don′t tell it, ah ha-ha, yes
Hooh-ooh, ah ha-ha

Don′t tell it
Don't, woman, woman, woman
Woman, woman, woman, wooh-ooh

Told you one time, don′t!
I told you two times, don't, don′t!
I told you three times, don't, don′t, don't!
Told you four times, don't, don′t, don′t, don't!
Hooh-ooh!

Woman, don′t tell it
That back of road
That poverty speaking street
That back of road
That rat crowded street
That ghetto road
That wealthy allen, baby
Don't tell it, hey, ha

Don′t, told ya
I told you six times
I told you six times
Woman, I said
Don't, don′t, don't
Don't, don′t, don′t
Wooh-hooh hooh, ow!