I'll Be Good to You (feat. Ray Charles & Chaka Khan) - Quincy Jones

I'll be around no matter how you treat me now I'll be around from now on Your latest love can never last, and when it's past I'll be around when she's gone Well, goodbye again, yeah, and if you find a love like mine Just now and then, drop me a line just to say you're feeling fine And when things go wrong, perhaps you'll see you're meant for me I'll be around when she's gone Drop me a line to say you're feeling mighty fine Say you're feeling mighty, mighty fine And when things go wrong, perhaps you'll see you're meant for me I'll be around when she's gone, when she's gone

Though you don't call me anymore I sit and wait in vain I guess I'll rap on your door Tap on your window pane I want to tell you, baby The changes I've been going through Missing you Listen, you 'Til you come back to me That's what I'm gonna do (yeah, yeah) Why did you have to decide You had to set me free? I guess I'll swallow my pride (my pride) Begging you, please, baby, please see me (baby, won't you see me?) Gonna sit on this stair To prove that my love is true I got a chance to love you, baby (ooh) 'Til you come back to me That's what I'm gonna do Living without you here Is like living in a world of shattered tears Hear my plea, I've got to make you see My love is dying Baby, baby, baby Somehow I must explain I guess I'll rap on your door Tap on your window pane I'm gonna sit on your step To prove that my love is true (true), oh, yeah, yeah 'Til you come back to me That's what I'm gonna do Don't you know, baby? 'Til you come back to me That's what I'm gonna do 'Til you come back to me That's what I'm gonna do Ooh, thank you (I love you)

Good to be back home uh The land where is was born aha good god Good to be back home The land where i was born Sometimes it hurts so bad Sometimes so good so good Good to be back home America uhh Everything I've been through good to be back home When I feel your pain Good to back home You're so good You're so good to me ahh I'm home, I'm back! I'm home America I'm home I went all over the world I'm home I've seen a lot of pain All over the world Just New York I'm home ooooh Sharing love all over the world Oooooh Shhhhhh

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)