I'm Real

Album: I'm Real (1988)
Charted: 31
  • 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

    Hi, good God
    James Brown, 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 one, original
    I know I'm 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, I'm as good as gold
    Check out brother Brown and then his soul

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

    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, que que pasa
    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

    Say, you're 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 real
    I'm real, I'm the real super bad
    And there's nobody out there good enough
    To take the things I have

    I'm real
    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
    Can I take you to the bridge?
    Can I take you to the bridge?
    Can I take you to the bridge?
    Good God

    There it is, James Brown
    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

    I'm real
    Come on y'all, do the camel walk
    And get the hop out your back, hit me

    Get busy, yeah, make it funky
    Hit me, get on the good foot
    Hit me, get up
    Cool time, papa got a brand new bag

    Give it to me, give it to me
    Give it to me, give it to me
    Give it to me, give it to me
    Give it to me, give it to me

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

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

    I'm real
    I'm real, I'm real super bad
    Nobody out there
    Nobody out there

    Nobody out there
    Nobody out there

    I'm real, I'm real
    I'm real super bad, I'm the real super bad
    And nobody out there good enough
    To take the things I have Writer/s: BRIAN P. GEORGE, CURTIS T. BEDEAU, GERARD R. CHARLES, HUGH L. CLARKE, JAMES BROWN, LUCIEN J. GEORGE, PAUL ANTHONY GEORGE
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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