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Тексты (слова) песенСписок исполнителей в алфавитном порядкеА  Б В Г Д Е Ё Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Э Ю Я  A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P R S T U V W X Y Z  Текст (слова) песни: Everlast - Praise the LordYou know its Whitey And the Likwits I say its Whitey And the Likwits You know its Whitey And the Likwits Watch me rock these sounds From the polo grounds To the sunset strip Like an acid trip Ill flash it back on ya Run it up on ya I was born in Hempstead live Raised in California Mr. Entreprenuer I rock the shot thats sure I need a dime plus more I sip the fine liquor I want the cash in hand Snd 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 Its 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 Consume an altered state Im killin your whole wack show Like Im Edgar Allan Poe With the psychotic thriller No peckerwood iller Than this freckled-face man With the farmers tan If I cant bomb on you Im bombin 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 devastatin mic control Like Derryl McDaniel A hundred Gs venue The tips get clocked, baby The bonds get stocked My style gets rocked Just like doors get knocked With legendary status Like my names Lou Brock And my lazairre sounds Be shakin the grounds Huntin down crews Like packs of bloodhounds Snatchin off crowns And meltin em down I once was lost, see But now Im found Amazing grace How sweet the sound And when the saints come marchin in (keep the faith) Im nestles alpine white Classic rappers delight All these shorties pullin tools Cause they know they cant fight I bank my selections on worldwide connections So get the seven digits, baby Never burn your britches 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) |
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