Ow, there it is Hey, soul, soul Need a taste...
Ow, there it is Hey, soul, soul Need a taste Mine is right, yeah In the right place You're doing your do Like you want to be Give up trying To run the game on me Then dig it From the real side Stand, sure enough To be satisfied Meet be at the big house Get down Let everybody know Let everybody know My main squeeze Just hit the town Get up and do what, what you can Get up and do what you can For the world to see Games don't mean Nothing to me You can't run a game on me Don't need to thank me Don't mean a thing Hey, hit it, come on, uh Playing in the car [?] Wipe the sweat Gonna have some fun Time's getting short We got to move But in the meantime Mama, we got to groove, hey Long as you see Can't run a game on me Long as you see Games don't mean a thing to me Long as you see Hey, hey Hey, hey Hit it Hit it, hit it Hit it, hit it, hit it Well, then dig it From the real side Stand, sure enough And be satisfied Meet at the big house Where we all get down Let everybody know The main man just hit the town Got a mean man We got a mean man I wanna see the man scream I got the mean man
writers: JAMES BROWN, ST. CLAIR PINCKNEY, ST. CLAIR PINCKNEY, JR.
copyright: Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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