Can't Get Any Harder (C&C - Leaders of the New School Mix) Lyrics

The star of the show, heartbreaking, Mr. Dynamite, James Brown!

Yo, I don't mean to brag, there's the tag
Crowd got a brand new bag
Shining star of the bar, pause guitar
So far so good, getting greater amount (Uhh!)
Wearing cows, later for the laughs

First you're dead and stinkin', winkin' winkin', drinkin', sinkin'
Ba-ba-ba-ba-blinkin', baby boy

New York City is in the house
Without a doubt, we turn the mother out
Wells to Welsh shouts, "Ain't we funky now?"
Godfather, Soul Brother, number one

(Uhh!) Uhh! (Uhh!) Uhh! (Uhh!) I'm hot! (Uhh!)
Ninety yard levels of degrees burnin'
Turnin' in the rough rotation
Livin' in the land of the lost and found
Can't drown the sounds of the James Brown-Brown-Brown-BROWN!
This is the mixture when you add hard texture
Can't get no harder so I'm out to get ya

Success and failure turns inside out
Fellas, what you gon' say now?
Thirsty? Not my verse
Just quench your thirst for my burst of energy

Shining on the album (Time!)
Can't cross the deadline of the end of my time
Hold it, I'm still burnin'
Pop or not, I come to break up slots
'Cause it can't get no hotter
Give it to me Godfather

Can't get any hotter
Than what I got
'Cause what I got
Is sho'nuff hard to stop
Can't get any hotter
Than what I got now
'Cause what I got
Is sho'nuff hard to stop
Hey!

Oh yes! Come and get with this entourage
As we get busy in the garage
Leaders of the New forever large

'Cause we got the funk flip script (Oh yes!)
Get up and ill, everybody move your hip
Freak out (Yes!) That's what I'm talkin' about (Uhh!)

Watch the leaders come and turn it out
You try to front on the flavor, save it for later
We're sort of looking in the spirit like an elevator

You wanna know something funny?
How we devastated when I elaborated
How we collaborated with C&C Music Factory
What's necessary, that we salute many true living legendaries
James Brown! Comin' through, you better open the door
Because I wanna mop the floor!
Busta Rhymes, Leaders of the New keep comin'
Let me tell you somethin', got the funky drummer drummin'
And as we climb up the ladder you know it's not the matter
Don't even try to flex because you know there's nothin' badder

Than this here chemistry

James Brown, Leaders of the New School, MCNC
The end of my time, time will tell

If you really know the time then let me hear you yell (Ho!)
Hey! You try to kill my rhyme, don't even bother
Because I'm here representin' with the Godfather
Of SOUL! When I'm on a roll
It's like a story you're told, I'm never growin' old
Here to make a lot of noise like a riot starter
So feel the funk 'cause you know it's Godfather

Can't get any hotter
Than what I got
'Cause what I got
Is sho'nuff hard to stop
Can't get any hotter
Than what I got now
'Cause what I got
Is sho'nuff hard to stop
Hey!

Oh yes!
Yes! (Uhh!)
Brown!
Leaders of the New School!
Ho!
Soul!
Uhh! (Soul!)
Uhh! (Soul!)
Oww!

Can't get any hotter, uhh, hit me!