James Brown — Talkin’ Loud and Sayin’ Nothing Remix

[James Brown & (Bobby Byrd)] How it sound, Ron? Pretty good Okay 1, 1, 2, 3, hit it... You're like a dull knife, just ain't cuttin' You're just talkin' loud and sayin' nothing Just sayin' nothing, just sayin' nothing You can't tell me how to run my life down You can't tell me how to keep my business sound You can't tell me what I'm doin' wrong When you keep jivin' and singin' that same old funny song You can't tell me which way to go 'Cause I'm three times seven and then some more You can't tell me, hey... You're like a dull knife that just ain't cuttin' You're just talkin' loud and sayin' nothing Just sayin' nothing, what, just sayin' nothing Don't tell me how to do my thing When you can't, can't, can't do your own Don't tell me how to feed my boy When, when you know I'm grown You can't use me like a woman when she throw away her dress, ha And you can't tell me, hey, ha ha, how to use my mess You're like a dull old knife, jack, that just ain't cuttin' You're just talkin' loud, what, and sayin' nothing, uh Just sayin' nothing, and sayin' nothing Shape up your bag, don't worry about mine My thing is together and I'm doin' fine Good luck to you, just a lot of wrong Then keep on singin' that same old funny song Then keep singin' that same old funny song Just keep on singin' that same old funny song Just keep on singin' (keep on singin') that same old funny song Just keep on singin' (keep on singin') that same old funny...oh I got ta, I want ta, I musta, I gotta Ashes to ashes and dust to dust I musta, I keep on a, I'm feeling a I need ta, I say I will The point is too darn clear I said I can't, you're phony, you're phony I said, I said you're phony, I said you're phony I said you're phony, oh... You can't tell me how to run my life down Now you can't tell me how to keep my business sound And you can't tell me what I'm doing wrong When you keep jiving and singin' that same old funny song Like a dull knife that just ain't cuttin' You're just talkin' loud and sayin' nothing Just sayin' nothing, just sayin' nothing Just sayin' nothing, just sayin' nothing Wait a minute Shape up your bag, don't worry about mine My thing is together and I'm doin' fine Good luck to you over there There's a lot of wrong Just keep on singin', just keep on singin' Just keep on singin' (Keep on singin') Keep on singin' (Keep on singin') Keep on singin' (Keep on singin') That same old funny song Just keep on singin' (Keep on singin') Keep on singin' (Keep on singin') That same old funny song That same old funny song That same old funny song That same old funny song Just keep on singin' (Keep on singin') Keep on singin' (Keep on singin') Keep on singin' (Keep on singin') Just keep on singin' (Keep on singin') Keep on singin' (Keep on singin') Bobby, (yeah) the groove is so great here (yeah) I want the engineer to let the tape keep runnin' (yeah) We're gonna do something funny right here We're gonna do something funny right here But keep that tape running, Ron (yeah) Keep the tape running We're gonna do something funny right here (yeah) We're gonna stop real quick and rap a little (yeah) And then we're gonna keep it going (yeah) Wait a minute, stop, fellas, cool, huh I says keep on singin' (Keep on singin') Keep on singin' (Keep on singin') Keep on singin' (Keep on singin') Keep on singin' (Keep on singin') Keep on singin' (Keep on singin') Keep on singin' (Keep on singin') Keep on singin' (Keep on singin') Keep on singin' (Keep on singin') Keep on singin' (Keep on singin') Hey, good God, Charlie, ha... You can't tell me what I'm doing wrong When you, Jimmy, Jimmy, can't do your own You can't tell me how to feel, boy What, when (you're doin' me wrong), ha When you know I'm grown (yeah) You can't tell me how to run my mess You can't tell me, you can't tell me You can't tell me, you can't tell me You just can't use me like a woman throw away her dress, ha You can't tell me, uh, how to run my mess, ha Shape, shape, shape, shape, shape, shape, shape Shape, shape, shape—hard for me to say sometimes It's my thing here Said shape, ha, shape up your bag, don't worry about mine My thing's together (hey) and I'm doin' fine Good luck to you, there's a lot of wrong Good luck to you, there's a lot of wrong Where is he at? (There he is right there) Where is he at? (Right over there) Is he over there? (Right over there) Sho'nuff...


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