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james brown - tjaka lyrics

[chorus]
party people get up to get down
right time, to move to the funk sound
get on the dance floor right now
pay your respects to the king, james brown (hey)
party people get up to get down
right time, to move to the funk sound
get on the dance floor right now
pay your respects to the king, james brown (hey)

here we go
rockin’ with that james brown seventies flow
disco pants with the tight black ‘fros
these times man seemed so simple
bros so sl!ck and ladies so nimble
tryna use the same energy
at times i think it was sent to me
from uncle james, from up above
groovin’ it, doin’ it to the funk we love
not a singer but i’ll still hit the high notes
lab scientist, “hey sis where’s my white coat?”
fake friends always sayin’ man “hi bro”
pass the mic one time i’m the maestro
when i get it, you know i get it good
never lived that mindset * woulda, coulda, should
cats play catch up tryna stand where i stood
me verse a pirate ship always ends in drift wood
[chorus]

can i kick it? (yes you can)
can i kick it? (yes you can)
can i kick it? (yes you can)
wow d*mn
i feel like the mother f’n man
understand that we’re here to make it far and wide
take a handful of knowledge and i’ll speak my mind
i could spread lyrics that’ll make money and dimes
so we never have to work a d*mn 9 to 5
now let’s roll
my people yo
lose control
take a drink
take a pill

nah uh, just jokes
hear that snare on the two
i move like a bee
from the mosh pit all the way back to the seats
price piece of mind when i’m flying high
on a vibe in the sky like a tiger, f*5
i guess i got a minute to explain me
i’m feeling good, feeling chill
feeling real sweet
just give me that beat from jb and i’ll kick it
makin’ my magic man i feel like a magician
push it back
to the days of funk
you see we’re bringing it back into time
and thinking of giving you what you want
[chorus]

i gotta reach in
and grab all my power
i ain’t never slipping
i’ve practiced for hours
everything i do always sweet
no sour
baking up a storm but we don’t need no flour
broadcasted by the infamous
we’re giving ‘em, tjaka
check the crowd
bring the ruckus
yeah we just begun
the promise of what’s to come
and i will remain a soldier
until the war is won

[chorus]

- tjaka lyrics

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