Artist/Band:
Parliament
Lyrics for Song: Chocolate City
Lyrics for Album: Icon [2011]
Uh, what's happening, CC? They still call it the White House
But that's a temporary condition, too, can you dig it, CC?
To each his reach and if I don't cop, it ain't mine to have
But I'll be reachin' for ya, 'cause I love ya, CC, right on
There's a lot of chocolate cities all around
We've got Newark, we've got Gary
Somebody told me we got L.A.
And we're workin' on Atlanta, but you're the capital, CC
Gainin' on ya, get down
Gainin' on ya, movin' in on ya
Gainin' on ya, can't you feel my breath, heh
Gainin' on ya, all up around your neck, heh heh
Hey, CC, they say your jivin' game, it can't be changed
But on the positive side, you're my piece of the rock
And I love you, CC, can you dig it?
Hey, uh, we didn't get our forty acres and a mule
But we did get you, CC, yeah
Gainin' on ya, movin' in and around ya
God bless CC and its vanilla suburbs
Gainin' on ya, gainin' on ya
Gainin' on ya, gainin' on ya
What's happening, blood?
Gainin' on ya, gainin' on ya
Gainin' on ya, gainin' on ya
Yeah, what's happenin', Black?
Brother Black, blood even
Yeah, ha, just funnin', gettin' down
Ah, blood to blood, ah, players to ladies
The last percentage count was eighty
You don't need the bullet when you got the ballot
Are you up for the down stroke, CC?
Chocolate City, are you with me out there?
And when they come to march on ya
Tell 'em to make sure they got their James Brown pass
And don't be surprised if Ali is in the White House
Reverend Ike, Secretary of the Treasure
Richard Pryor, Minister of Education
Stevie Wonder, Secretary of Fine Arts
And Miss Aretha Franklin, the First Lady
Are you out there, CC? A chocolate city is no dream
It's my piece of the rock and I dig you, CC
God bless Chocolate City and its vanilla suburbs
Can y'all get to that?
Easin' in, gainin' on ya
In yo' stuff, gainin' on ya
Huh, you can't get enough
Gainin' on ya, gainin' on ya
Be mo' funk, be mo' funk
Gainin' on ya, can we funk you too?
Right on, Chocolate City
Yeah, get deep, real deep
Hey, be mo' funk
Mmm, heh
Get deep, too bad
We just got New York, I'm told
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