I Got a Bag of My Own Songtext
von James Brown

Three, four
I got a bag of my own

Now, baby
Stop all that gabbing
We don′t need
No backstabbing

Gotta take my stuff
Take care of all my
My good stuff, aw

You know I'm grown
I′ve got a bag of my own, oh, aw

On my good book
I don't back up
Take my tea
From my favorite cup, my

Beat, my groove is still
Out of sight
Got the hook
Protect my love, right


I'm three times seven
You know I′m grown
I got a bag of my own, ooh, eeh

Wait a minute
I sweat all day
And half of the night
Take care of it
And handle it right

My body′s built like a 32-20-45 frame
Don't shoot nothing
But ball and chain

By the time ′fore you can cock it
Ten times 'fore you can stop the storm, love
Don′t knock it, if you don't wanna rock it, aw

Hit me, hit me
I know I′m grown
I got a bag of my own, ooh, ooh
Good at it

Can't get enough
Got to, got to do my stuff
So, then, hit me, hit me
I got a bag of my own


Baby, stop all that gabbing
We don't need
No backstabbing

Gotta change structure
Take care all
Of my good stuff, ha

You know I′m grown
You know I′m grown
Now, hit me

I sweat all day
And half of the night
Take care of business
Handle it right

My body's built like a 32-20-45 frame
Don′t shoot nothing
But ball and chain

Shoot, shoot, shoot, aw, yeah
Shoot, aah, ooh, ooh, hee hee

Hit me, good God
Gotta change my way
Gotta change my way, huh

Come on, come on, band
Hit me, hit me, hit me
Hit me, hit me, hit me, yeah-eeh, eeh

Hit me, good God
Got a bag of my
I got a bag of my own
Hit me, good God

I, I, I, I, I got a bag of my, aw
I'm getting happy
But God, hit it
Save my soul
Make me, make me
Save my soul, whoo-hoo, hoo
Everybody