Below The Funk (Pass The J) - Rick James

I was born in a city they call Buffalo

Zero degrees below is too damn 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 sangin'

On the corners hangin'

Out with all the hoodlums

Pass the joint

Now the love that 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 more 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

And me and all my women laugh at it, ha

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

Say, pass the joint

I think I wanna talk 'bout the place, where I was torn

Say, pass the joint

I need me one more hit

I ain’t finished with it

I got some more to say

Need to talk, 'bout the city I was born

I got to talk

I wish they wouldn’t be so torn

I wanna talk 'bout the city I was bred

I need to talk 'bout the city that has led me to my fame

I was born in a city they call Buffalo

Zero degrees below is too damn cold and funky

I think I wanna talk about it, pass the joint

La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la

La, la-la-la, la-la-la

I think I wanna talk about it, pass the joint

La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la

La, la-la-la, la-la-la

Come on, one more hit, that’s it

Pass the joint

La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la

La, la-la-la, la-la-la

I think I wanna sing about it, pass the joint

La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la

La, la-la-la, la-la-la

Thank you