I'm Real
All you copy cats out there, get off my tip
'Cause I'm James Brown with the Full (Full Force!)
Ain't taking no lip
Hey, good God!
James Brown!
Ja-a-a-ames Bro-o-own!
Homeboys on the street, listen to what I say
You walk around and say you're bad and try to do it my way
But here I am, the man who started all, and I'm glad
'Cause I'm Number One, original, I know I'm bad
All you perpetrators, bitin' me so hard
Steal my rhythm and my style and you think you're God
But I'm your teacher, ow! I'm as good as gold
Check out brother Brown, I invented Soul
I'm real
I'm real
I'm the real super bad
And ain't nobody out there good enough to take the things I have
I'm real
I'm the real super bad
And ain't nobody out there good enough to take the things I have, uh!
Que pasa, que-que-que pasa
Que pasa, people, que pasa, hit me!
All you people think you got pull
Ya better take my voice off your records, 'til I'm paid in full
You say you learned from me stoned to the bone (stoned to the bone)
But then you take my arms and my legs and try to call it your own (word!)
Gimme what I'm due, listen, boys and girls
I know I'm nice, I'm so real (so def), this is my world (my world)
All you copy cats out there, get off my tip
'Cause I'm James Brown with the Full (Full Force!)
I ain't taking no lip (I ain't taking no, real)
I'm real
I'm real
I'm the real super bad (super bad)
And ain't nobody out there good enough to take the things I have (I ain't taking no, real)
I'm real
I'm the real super bad (super bad)
And ain't nobody out there good enough to take the things I have, uh!
Full Force, can I take it to the bridge? (Yeah!)
Can I take it to the bridge? (Yeah, Brooklyn Bridge!)
Ow, can I take it to the bridge? (Yeah, Brooklyn Bridge!)
Ha ha-ha, ha!
Can I take it to the bridge? (Yeah, Brooklyn Bridge!)
Ow, good God!
There it is!
J-J-James, J-J-J-J-James
Ja-Ja (dynamite, hardworking) James Bro-o-own!
Fellas, I'm ready to get up and do my thing!
Full Force, get busy one time
(Knocking down the doors) One more, do it! In the place to be
I'm feeling funky hard now, baby, you know the deal
I'm real (hey, working a cold sweat)
Ooh, come on y'all, do the camel walk
And get the hump out cha back, hit me!
Get busy, yeah, make it funky (make it funky!)
Hit me, get on the good foot (get on the good foot)
Hit me, get up (get on up)
Two times, papa's got a brand-new bag
Give it to me, give it to me
Give it to me, give it to me
Give it to me, give it to me
Give it to me, give it to me
I'm real
I'm real
I'm the real super bad
And ain't nobody out there good enough to take the things I have (I ain't taking no, real)
I'm real, I'm real
I'm real super bad (super bad)
And ain't nobody out there good enough to take the things I have
I'm real, I'm real
I'm real super bad
Nobody out there (nobody out there)
Nobody out there (nobody out there)
Nobody out there (nobody out there)
Nobody out there (nobody out there)
I'm real (I'm real), I'm real (I'm real)
I'm real super bad (I'm the real super bad)
And ain't nobody out there good enough to take the things I have, ow
'Cause I'm James Brown with the Full (Full Force!)
Ain't taking no lip
Hey, good God!
James Brown!
Ja-a-a-ames Bro-o-own!
Homeboys on the street, listen to what I say
You walk around and say you're bad and try to do it my way
But here I am, the man who started all, and I'm glad
'Cause I'm Number One, original, I know I'm bad
All you perpetrators, bitin' me so hard
Steal my rhythm and my style and you think you're God
But I'm your teacher, ow! I'm as good as gold
Check out brother Brown, I invented Soul
I'm real
I'm real
I'm the real super bad
And ain't nobody out there good enough to take the things I have
I'm real
I'm the real super bad
And ain't nobody out there good enough to take the things I have, uh!
Que pasa, que-que-que pasa
Que pasa, people, que pasa, hit me!
All you people think you got pull
Ya better take my voice off your records, 'til I'm paid in full
You say you learned from me stoned to the bone (stoned to the bone)
But then you take my arms and my legs and try to call it your own (word!)
Gimme what I'm due, listen, boys and girls
I know I'm nice, I'm so real (so def), this is my world (my world)
All you copy cats out there, get off my tip
'Cause I'm James Brown with the Full (Full Force!)
I ain't taking no lip (I ain't taking no, real)
I'm real
I'm real
I'm the real super bad (super bad)
And ain't nobody out there good enough to take the things I have (I ain't taking no, real)
I'm real
I'm the real super bad (super bad)
And ain't nobody out there good enough to take the things I have, uh!
Full Force, can I take it to the bridge? (Yeah!)
Can I take it to the bridge? (Yeah, Brooklyn Bridge!)
Ow, can I take it to the bridge? (Yeah, Brooklyn Bridge!)
Ha ha-ha, ha!
Can I take it to the bridge? (Yeah, Brooklyn Bridge!)
Ow, good God!
There it is!
J-J-James, J-J-J-J-James
Ja-Ja (dynamite, hardworking) James Bro-o-own!
Fellas, I'm ready to get up and do my thing!
Full Force, get busy one time
(Knocking down the doors) One more, do it! In the place to be
I'm feeling funky hard now, baby, you know the deal
I'm real (hey, working a cold sweat)
Ooh, come on y'all, do the camel walk
And get the hump out cha back, hit me!
Get busy, yeah, make it funky (make it funky!)
Hit me, get on the good foot (get on the good foot)
Hit me, get up (get on up)
Two times, papa's got a brand-new bag
Give it to me, give it to me
Give it to me, give it to me
Give it to me, give it to me
Give it to me, give it to me
I'm real
I'm real
I'm the real super bad
And ain't nobody out there good enough to take the things I have (I ain't taking no, real)
I'm real, I'm real
I'm real super bad (super bad)
And ain't nobody out there good enough to take the things I have
I'm real, I'm real
I'm real super bad
Nobody out there (nobody out there)
Nobody out there (nobody out there)
Nobody out there (nobody out there)
Nobody out there (nobody out there)
I'm real (I'm real), I'm real (I'm real)
I'm real super bad (I'm the real super bad)
And ain't nobody out there good enough to take the things I have, ow
Credits
Writer(s): Lucien J. George, Brian P. George, Gerard R. Charles, Curtis T. Bedeau, Hugh L. Clarke, Paul Anthony George, James Brown
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