Soul sisters!
(Applause)
Soul sisters!
(YEAH!)
We been going for the okey dokey, (YEAH!)
The boys don't think we can get down (What!?)
Let's have a meeting, Girls lets have a meeting
Yeah, yeah
They keep saying what they don't need and they not going to take it
And if we don't please them (huh) we can't make it
And Bros don't feel bad and hide yo' face, but if you don't give me what I want, I got to get it some other place.
Yeah, yeah, alright.
Well sit me down and make me look pretty, and let me wear mean rags
Likes bros I'm the Mack Betty
So, when I go out - you won't have to drop yo' face, 'cause if you don't give me what I want, I got to get it some other place.
Alright, alright, alright
Tell me I'm crazy, and I'm just naggin', and when I ask you 'bout other women you start braggin'
When a man digs me don't drop yo' face, 'cause if you don't give me what I want I got to get it some other place.
(Yes I have)
Now groove camp and then come back, for more rap
(Applause)
[Sax solo plays]
Yeah, yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, now, now
You can do yo' thing, I don't knock that, but don't jive me with yo' wide brim hat
I wanna man if he's into me I'll understand,
But don't blow it then hide yo' face, 'cause if you don't give me what I want I got to get it some other place.
Now, Now, Now
Hear one thing that carried you, don't want me to what you want me to do, cause when you go I'll have somebody
Right on, right on
Men don't feel ashamed and hide yo' face, 'cause if you don't give me what I want I got to get it some other place. Some other place baby.
I don t like it, some other place. I'll not suffer no more, I'll not suffer no more. Let me do my thang, let me do my thing. 'Cause I wanna man, I wanna man.
Girls don't let nobody, tell you no more...
(Applause)
Soul sisters!
(YEAH!)
We been going for the okey dokey, (YEAH!)
The boys don't think we can get down (What!?)
Let's have a meeting, Girls lets have a meeting
Yeah, yeah
They keep saying what they don't need and they not going to take it
And if we don't please them (huh) we can't make it
And Bros don't feel bad and hide yo' face, but if you don't give me what I want, I got to get it some other place.
Yeah, yeah, alright.
Well sit me down and make me look pretty, and let me wear mean rags
Likes bros I'm the Mack Betty
So, when I go out - you won't have to drop yo' face, 'cause if you don't give me what I want, I got to get it some other place.
Alright, alright, alright
Tell me I'm crazy, and I'm just naggin', and when I ask you 'bout other women you start braggin'
When a man digs me don't drop yo' face, 'cause if you don't give me what I want I got to get it some other place.
(Yes I have)
Now groove camp and then come back, for more rap
(Applause)
[Sax solo plays]
Yeah, yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, now, now
You can do yo' thing, I don't knock that, but don't jive me with yo' wide brim hat
I wanna man if he's into me I'll understand,
But don't blow it then hide yo' face, 'cause if you don't give me what I want I got to get it some other place.
Now, Now, Now
Hear one thing that carried you, don't want me to what you want me to do, cause when you go I'll have somebody
Right on, right on
Men don't feel ashamed and hide yo' face, 'cause if you don't give me what I want I got to get it some other place. Some other place baby.
I don t like it, some other place. I'll not suffer no more, I'll not suffer no more. Let me do my thang, let me do my thing. 'Cause I wanna man, I wanna man.
Girls don't let nobody, tell you no more...
Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2014/1/4 - 19:20
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Parole Myra Barnes, in arte Vicki Anderson.
Musica di James Brown e Bootsy Collins.
Un brano storico, una base ossessiva, in loop - costituita da quattro note di pianoforte, un riff di basso, un accenno di fiati - ancora oggi campionata da tantissimi artisti (Lil' Kim feat. Puff Dadd, Gang Starr, Above The Law, Big Daddy Kane, Geto Boys, ecc.), assoli di sax e infuriare di ottoni... E sopra tutto la voce di Myra Barnes, in arte Vicki Anderson, corista della James Brown Revue insieme a Marva Whitney e Lyn Collins, e dal «Godfather of Soul» ritenuta la sua cantante preferita, la migliore di tutte, la migliore di sempre.
E fu proprio il suo mèntore a mettere in musica e a produrre questo «Message From the Soul Sisters» scritto dalla Anderson, che divenne subito un vero e proprio inno «black» del movimento femminista e che fu il più grande successo nella lunga carriera di questa incredibile cantante.