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      Doing The Best I Can

      Doing The Best I Can

      James Brown

      Album: The Payback

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      James Brown - Doing The Best I Can Música y Letra

      Ayo, turn the, turn the music up some more
      In the headphones for me
      Check it out [c'mon!]
      You ready, it's Bumpy Knuckles baby
      Sendin this out to my niggas
      All them hardcore street corner, wilders
      Ha, ha, Freddie Foxxx baby
      That's right, Diamond D baby
      [Verse 1]
      Whoever thought that I'd be Mr. lyrical flows nice
      Like sunsets on the Rio Grande
      Grantin after sisters checkin out they can can
      My lyrical ability keeps them real niggas
      That listen to hip hop feelin me
      I keep it underground, sound's a buck China
      Even in Japan they know, I'm the ultimate
      Spit at me verse, like it's my last one
      Slow ones, fast ones, I blast past the fake ass ones
      You see, I don't think no nigga's nicer than me
      I'm not conceited, that's how I read it, these niggas heated
      I dissect your verses like science class frogs
      I see your rap records is swine, like hogs
      Now cipher, that's like turnin down Janet for Michelle Pfeiffer
      See Freddie Foxxx aint wit that
      My shit is hotter than cayenne pepper, the mic wrecker
      The lethal weapon, I keep you high steppin
      It's not my fault that niggas listen to me
      And wanna rob shit, cuz I do my motherfuckin job kid
      If you a thug then you recognize what you see before you
      Eyes and ears said Freddie Foxxx is here
      I been waitin it, doin it, sayin it
      Rollin by my motherfuckin self with my burner cocked slayin it
      And I aint seen nothing that could make me believe
      There's a nigga rappin liver than me, you feel me
      [HOOK 2X: Billy Danze]
      You in a class of your own, Bumpy's in the zone
      Leave Bumpy alone! Bumpy get it on
      Bumpy spit chrome, Bumpy hold a throne
      Now, Bumpy bring it home!
      [Verse 2]
      I wear Rolex watches and alligator shoes
      Where niggas thought devil jeans was the big news
      I had fifty miles on my brand new Benz in '89
      When you wanted me to critique your rhyme
      It just was all right
      Niggas brought rappers to me, for approval
      Now I give you sixteen bars, for removal
      I punch you in your temple make you stagger like Yeltsin
      Over hand right to the brain is what you felt son
      Then I take off my belt son
      Show you what a whippin is, what a true real mic rippin is
      You fake niggas can't make it hard for real niggas cuz
      There's no defense for the truth so what the deal nigga
      No matter who tell it, real niggas always prevail
      Just like a fake nigga always fail
      Niggas livin in a fairy tale, until they get beef
      Then he want peace, bitch, you just a rap pussy
      You comin just a lyrical lunatic
      I make it blacker than midnight at 12 O'Clock noon and shit
      I keep rollin like the black Navi with them Micky Thompsons
      Halogen lights, I keep my flow tight
      The new Bumpy shit is like the new Jordans when they come out
      Got emcees rappin wit they gun out
      Memorize lyrics and I spit 'em to the needy
      Send love to my nigga Tweety, and can you feel me
      [Verse 3]
      I treat 'em like what stick up kids is to dark alleys
      What's Slick Rick is to Bally's
      What played out NY niggas is to Cali
      Runnin from the ill shit
      I do what record labels don't like, the real shit
      Money is energy, I'm hyped up
      Step on stage with that bullshit, get hair wiped up
      I be up in your crib, with my two black sigs in your ribs
      Takin everything you got to give
      The black Robin Hood I rock for niggas that can't afford Rolies
      Ride around and in tagged up stolies
      I keep the truth like the Holy Qu'ran
      Here's a game plan, ambush, best attack, hit off my man
      I make you niggas listen to some lyrical shit
      Some miracle shit, some empirical shit
      Now I'm in flipmode, I got my gun in your brain
      And make you run you ch ch ch cha ch ch ch cha chain
      Bumpy plays no games, it's all real here
      Can't get my gun in the club, I keep it real near
      I'm harder than a bulletproof vest wrapped around a steel pole
      Six shots all through your body like real soul
      James Brown or the Meters
      I'm gunnin for you no talent rap style eaters
      When Diamond D blessed me I had to come rugged

      James Brown - Doing The Best I Can Música y Letra





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