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Brown James Can T Get Any Harder

the lost and found Can't drown in sounds of the James Brown, Brown, Brown, Brown This is the mixture when you add hard texture Can't get no harder,

is dead I asked him to come to the dark side, he made a choice and said [Royce] Who hard? yo I done heard worse We can get in two cars and accelerate

t play games, an outlaw like Jesse James To hell with the bitches and the so-called fame (uh-huh) Strictly biz to hard (kid yeah) as I climb charts Bustin

def We leave none left plus we hot like breath Don't ask why like Clef, or get trapped like chess To all you gangsta rappers I'm like Elliot Ness Yo, get

Thugs mobbin it, form partnership Increase armorment, street pharmacist Deep consequence, when you seek sleek ornaments You get caught, rode the white horse and can't get off Big dogs that trick off just get

can't pay it, keep movin on I'm into somethin that your fake ass never can handle With your SP-12 and your raggedy samples Better stick with the James Brown

some kind of soul? Get it our of your head What's the point in remembering? It's assured that you're not breaking the mold James Brown is dead James Brown is dead Get

I made 7 whole albums with no James Brown And even though I love his music, I just can't stand The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man And

Thugs mobbin it, form partnership Increase armorment, street pharmacist Deep consequence, when you seek sleek ornaments You get caught, rode the white horse and can't get off Big dogs that trick off just get