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You know itand's whitey
And the deliquants
I say itand's whitey
And the deliquants
But you know itand's whitey
And the deliquants (???)
Watch me rock these sounds from the polo grounds
To the sunset strip like an acid trip
Iand'll flash it back on ya runninand' up on ya
I was born in hempstead raised in california
Mister entrepreneur i rock the shot thatand's sure
I need a dime plus more i sip the fine liquor
I want the cash in hand and the beach front land
And i get loco from acolpoco to japan
Mr. whitey ford gets terrain explored
You perpetrate that ford you must be out of your gourd
Itand's time to make like greg nice, kid, and praise the lord
Keep the faith, smoke an eighth
Until you stack the papers all up in my safe
Commence the motivate, assume an altered state
Iand'm killinand' your whole wack show like iand'm edgar allan poe
With the psychotic thriller, no peckerwood iller
Than this freckled-face man with the farmerand's tan
If i canand't bomb on you iand'm bombinand' on your man
Chorus
Some get the shit, sugar, some get the stains
Some get the muscles, baby, some get the brains
Some get the powers, love, some get the papers
Some catch the vibes and some catch the vapors
Better...
Praise the lord keep keep the faith (x4)
I say roll to the rock, rock to the roll
Whitey ford brings the devastatinand' mike control
Like derryl mcdaniel, a 100 g venue
The tipand's get clocked, baby, the bondand's get stocked
My style gets rocked just like doors get knocked
With legendary status like my nameand's lou brock
And my lazairre sounds be shakinand' the grounds
Huntinand' down crews like packs of bloodhounds
Snatchinand' off crowns and meltinand' and'em down
I once was lost, see, but now iand'm found
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
And when the saints come marchinand' in (keep the faith)
Iand'm especially (???) alpine white, classic rapperand's delight
All these shorties pullinand' tools and'cause they know they canand't fight
I bank my selections on worldwide connections
So get the seven digits, baby, never burn your bridges
Chorus (x2)
Some get the shit, sugar, some get the stains
Some get the muscles, baby, some get the brains
Some get the powers, love, some get the papers
Some catch the vibes and some catch the vapors
Better...
Praise the lord keep keep the faith (x6)
Usted sabe blanquito itand de
Y el deliquants
Digo blanquito itand de
Y el deliquants
Pero usted sabe que es blanquito itand
Y el (???) deliquants
Mírame estos sonidos de rock de los campos de polo
A la tira de puesta de sol como un viaje de ácido
Iand'll es un retroceso en el ya runninand 'hasta en el ya
Nací en Hempstead se crió en California
I señor empresario de rock que el tiro de thatand
Necesito un centavo más, más me tomo el licor fino
Quiero que el efectivo en caja y la tierra frente a la playa
Y me sale loco de acolpoco a Japón
Sr. Whitey Ford se exploró el terreno
Que perpetran que Ford debe estar fuera de su calabaza
Itand tiempo para hacer, como Greg Nice, chico, y alabar al Señor
No pierdas la fe, el humo de un octavo
Hasta que la pila de papeles todo en mi caja fuerte
Comenzará el motivar, asumir un estado alterado
Su Iand'm killinand 'show Wack todo como iand'm Edgar Allan Poe
Con el thriller psicóticos, no Iller pájaro carpintero
Que este hombre pecosa cara con el bronceado de farmerand
Si i canand't bomba que iand'm bombinand "en el hombre
Coro
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Algunos se
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Everlast
Praise The Lord
Praise The Lord
You know itand's whitey
And the deliquants
I say itand's whitey
And the deliquants
But you know itand's whitey
And the deliquants (???)
Watch me rock these sounds from the polo grounds
To the sunset strip like an acid trip
Iand'll flash it back on ya runninand' up on ya
I was born in hempstead raised in california
Mister entrepreneur i rock the shot thatand's sure
I need a dime plus more i sip the fine liquor
I want the cash in hand and the beach front land
And i get loco from acolpoco to japan
Mr. whitey ford gets terrain explored
You perpetrate that ford you must be out of your gourd
Itand's time to make like greg nice, kid, and praise the lord
Keep the faith, smoke an eighth
Until you stack the papers all up in my safe
Commence the motivate, assume an altered state
Iand'm killinand' your whole wack show like iand'm edgar allan poe
With the psychotic thriller, no peckerwood iller
Than this freckled-face man with the farmerand's tan
If i canand't bomb on you iand'm bombinand' on your man
Chorus
Some get the shit, sugar, some get the stains
Some get the muscles, baby, some get the brains
Some get the powers, love, some get the papers
Some catch the vibes and some catch the vapors
Better...
Praise the lord keep keep the faith (x4)
I say roll to the rock, rock to the roll
Whitey ford brings the devastatinand' mike control
Like derryl mcdaniel, a 100 g venue
The tipand's get clocked, baby, the bondand's get stocked
My style gets rocked just like doors get knocked
With legendary status like my nameand's lou brock
And my lazairre sounds be shakinand' the grounds
Huntinand' down crews like packs of bloodhounds
Snatchinand' off crowns and meltinand' and'em down
I once was lost, see, but now iand'm found
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
And when the saints come marchinand' in (keep the faith)
Iand'm especially (???) alpine white, classic rapperand's delight
All these shorties pullinand' tools and'cause they know they canand't fight
I bank my selections on worldwide connections
So get the seven digits, baby, never burn your bridges
Chorus (x2)
Some get the shit, sugar, some get the stains
Some get the muscles, baby, some get the brains
Some get the powers, love, some get the papers
Some catch the vibes and some catch the vapors
Better...
Praise the lord keep keep the faith (x6)
Everlast
Alabado sea el Señor
Alabado sea el Señor
Usted sabe blanquito itand de
Y el deliquants
Digo blanquito itand de
Y el deliquants
Pero usted sabe que es blanquito itand
Y el (???) deliquants
Mírame estos sonidos de rock de los campos de polo
A la tira de puesta de sol como un viaje de ácido
Iand'll es un retroceso en el ya runninand 'hasta en el ya
Nací en Hempstead se crió en California
I señor empresario de rock que el tiro de thatand
Necesito un centavo más, más me tomo el licor fino
Quiero que el efectivo en caja y la tierra frente a la playa
Y me sale loco de acolpoco a Japón
Sr. Whitey Ford se exploró el terreno
Que perpetran que Ford debe estar fuera de su calabaza
Itand tiempo para hacer, como Greg Nice, chico, y alabar al Señor
No pierdas la fe, el humo de un octavo
Hasta que la pila de papeles todo en mi caja fuerte
Comenzará el motivar, asumir un estado alterado
Su Iand'm killinand 'show Wack todo como iand'm Edgar Allan Poe
Con el thriller psicóticos, no Iller pájaro carpintero
Que este hombre pecosa cara con el bronceado de farmerand
Si i canand't bomba que iand'm bombinand "en el hombre
Coro
Algunos tienen la mierda, el azúcar, algunos se ponen las manchas
Algunos se
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
