Tekst piosenki 'I'm Real' wykonawcy James Brown

All you copy cats out there
Get offa my chip
'Cause I'm James Brown with the Full, Full Force
Ain't takin' no lib

(Hooo, hooo)

Hi, good God

James Brown

Everyone on the street
Listen to what I say
You walk around and say you're bad
It's time you do it that way

But here I am the man who started all
And I'm glad
'Cause I'm number 1, original
I'm doin' bad

All you puritans fightin' me so hard
Steal my rune and my sour and you think you're God
But I no teach you, ow, I'm as good as gold
Check out brother Brown, ow, and then his soul

I'm real

I'm the real super bad
And there's nobody out there good enough to take the things I have

Que pasa, people, que pasa, hit me

All you people think you got pull
But I take my voice of your record that I'm paying full
And say your right for me stoned to the bone
And then you take my arms and my legs and fight it 'cause you're on

Give me what I do, listen, boys and girls
I know I'm nice, I'm so real, this is my world
All you copy cats out there, get offa my chip
'Cause I'm James Brown with the Full, Full Force, I ain't takin' no lib

I'm the real super bad
And there's nobody out there good enough to take the things I have

Full Force, can I take you to the bridge (Yeah!)
Can I take you to the bridge (Yeah, Brooklyn Bridge), ow!
hahahaha
good God

There it is
How is it about we get up an' do my thing?
(Full Force get busy one time)
Knockin' on the doors ain't the place to be
I'm feelin' funky right now, baby, you know the deal

I'm real,
Oooh, come on y'all, do the camel walk
And get the hop out your 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-a (Get on up)
Cool time, papa got a brand new bag
Lyrics courtesy Top40db.

Give it to me, give it to me