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Album: Miscellaneous (2006)
Artists: James Rick

  1. Cold Blooded
  2. Ebony Eyes
  3. Fire And Desire
  4. Ghetto Life
  5. Give It To Me Baby
  6. Happy
  7. Hard To Get
  8. Hard to Get (Revisited)
  9. Mary Jane
  10. Super Freak
  11. Urban Rapsody
  12. You And I


James Rick
Miscellaneous
Urban Rapsody
Rick James featuring Rappin’ 4-Tay

Come on, come on, come on with the funk thang
Come on, come on, come on with the funk thang
Come on, come on, come on with the funk thang
Come on, come on, come on with the funk thang

Urban Rapsody (Yeah)
Just the sound (Just the sound)
Sound of the ghetto

Even if you came through the party with some ass
Don’t need no cash with the VIP pass
In your pocket or your purse, be my first verse
Rap’s an addiction such as Pulp Fiction
I represent the west, the number one, we be the best
No walking with no limping, no, I don’t do no simpin’
Sticking to my player script suckas keep trippin’ slippin’
Spread a lot of game, that’s what the people want me

??With the??
That you act that player hatin’ copycat
Same little trip, you talk down on a player track
If you wonder how I got the boss game
Smokin’ on Mary Jane, listenin’ to Rick James
Uh, bring the funk (Bring the funk)

Urban Rapsody (Yeah)
Just the sound (Just the sound)
Sound of the ghetto (What you say)

Urban Rapsody (Yeah)
Yeah, just the sound

Eenie meenie miny moe, no matter what hood
That you come from, you get out if you just could
Pimps, players and pushers on the corner block
You should see all the money that you can clock
In the ghetto, you can hear a rapsody
And the melody’ is written just for you and me
Call it folk, call it rhythm and blues
It ain’t nothin’ but a feelin’ that we choose

Urban Rapsody (Yeah)
Just the sound (Just the sound)
Sound of the ghetto (What you say)

Urban Rapsody (Yeah)
Yeah, just the sound (Just the sound)
Sound of the ghetto (Bring it 4-Tay)

Ain’t no funk like funk this way in the Bay
Where all the real players parlay
Stone City Band, 4-Tay and Rick James
Late night, clubbin’, game recognizin’ game
Toast the ass not the glass and we outie
All day, every day, players keep it cloudy
Mocha Almond, caramel, chocolate
One you got ‘em started, man, it really ain’t no stoppin’
Pimps, players, pushers, ain’t nothin’ like the ghetto
The party’s on again, holler at a player, dough
Just like mafioso, so just bring a toast
Boss Hogs, shot callers and I’m the force
Passports for a scrapper it goes nation wide
And about that root of all evil it might just cost your life
Bring on the funk, Rick, we got the party pack
With all these freaks and hoes, man, I gots to mack

I can’t stay 4-Tay
I got to go check out that West Coast thang
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