Below The Funk (Pass The J)

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