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Below The Funk(Pass The J) - Rick James
Written by：Rick James
I was born in a city we call buffalo
Zero degrees below is too d**n cold and funky

Mama raised me on the numbers racket
With eight kids and no father
She said she couldn't hack it

On the eastside where I started
Singin' on the corners
Hangin' out with all the hoodlums
Pass the joint
Now the love I find in the city
Is such a cryin' pity
Ain't no love for brothers
Pass the joint
Pass the joint

I think I want to talk
'Bout the place I was born I was torn

Said pass the joint

Give me one mo' hit

I ain't finished with it
I got some more to say

Now the players hangin' 'round the main strip
Actin' like they're on a trip
If they had my cash they could be hip
But it's strange the gossip is so tragic
They call me a faggot

Me and all my women laugh at it
Love I got my good friends there
They really keep me dancin'
They keep me really laughin'

In the country me my dog and horses
Hangin' out with my family talkin'
'Bout stone city

Said pass the joint

I think I wanna talk 'bout the place I was born

I was torn

Said pass the joint

I need one mo' hit

I ain't finished with it

I got some more to say

Need to talk the city I was born

I got to talk
I wish they wouldn't be so torn
I wanna talk the city I was bred

I need to talk 'bout the city
That has led me to my thang
I was born a city they call buffalo
Zero degrees below is too d**n cold and funky

I think I wanna talk about it
Pass the joint

Brrbrrbr
Lalala lalalalala lalalaa

I think I want to talk about it
Pass the joint

Brrbrrbr
Lalala lalalalala

Give me one mo' hit
That's it
Pass the joint
Lalala lalalalala lalaala
I think I want to sing about it
Pass the joint
Lalalal lalal lalalala

Thank you