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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 - Funky BeatCheck Uh huh Check check, yall Yo Whitey Fords the name The Hunchback of Notre Dame Couldnt get more bent When its time to represent I control it like rent In a slum tenement Lifes hard like some men In the concrete jungle I dont smoke jumbo So whatcha knockin for Theres locks on my door We rock from the floor To the ceilin Aint no drug dealin Aint no gat peelin You cant fight this feelin Casual: Well, My styles golden Hot like molten rock Niggers come bold But leave here holdin jock High roll patrol Roll through the set on fifth Arms solo Sippin momo with a chick Niggers take the penitentiary Chances at the dances Lettin off shots Lit off the lanterns Mad cause a nigga cant test with no access To phatness like this Sadat X: From one story the cowboy was founded Im surrounded by Casual and Whitey Ford The whole world and your girl From the Bay to LA To my blue end while I aint tryin to die Im tryin to live While I cool out And pick up my daughter When the bell says the school out Who the hell brought tools In this peaceful event Now I can love you Front you Or we could hunt you You played too close Take a hit of this dose A yes, yes, yall Sadat X: A freak, freak, yo Casual: So fresh yall To the beat yall Sadat X: A yes yes yall Casual: We dont stop dog We keep it rockin till the panties drop, yo Casual: Uh huh, ha I see the rappers bein ruined By you and whoevers doin that Crap, they got me booin In fact, Im gettin to em May an electrical poetical surge Give me the urge To, consume, the tomb And submerge The depths of adverbs Keep it sick Analytical You pitiful trick Im the pinnacle and the prodigal Rhyme styles Hip nautical Fuck the artical The artist is hardest To harvest the hard shit Sadat X: I slave till all my work is done Im cashin in Stack up my money for a grand set I like them all house parties rockin Plus Im up in your cozy Bitch turn your head and keep your eyes Where they supposed to be Supposedly I was seen with something lean, huh Brown skin I keep it bouncin I say loungin On the side with red wine I know that shit on my floor aint swine Now back it up Stack it up And hit me one more time It might be your phone call But check it, its my dime And I know shes fine But get off my line Or Ill break that spine And then maybe your face You all up in my space Like with Puffy and Mase But thats just not the case Cause Im settin the pace While you followin and swallowin Savorin the flavor In your audio for now Quick suckin my style Ill be the man With the large amounts of savoir-faire CHORUS Rock on To the break of dawn Just freak it Ah yeah baby Rock on To the break of dawn Just freak it Ah yeah baby CHORUS II (X2) Sadat X: Cause its the funky beat Cause its the funky beat Cause its the funk, the funk, the funk, funky beat (beat) Sadat X: Ill leave a piece of my style Flyin high up in the air And youll say to yourself Damn Im glad I was there This is as rare as me frickin share You people stare But behind closed doors You will take it there Casual: Yeah I be the extraordinare Judge from Bayfare To Albee Square Tell me where the party at Ill be there Let her hit the coney at Show her where to rock the pony at I be the man With the large amounts of sapphire fare Im about to cut loose My dog so you all best beware You can dance with flare And get out of your chair We be smarter than your average boo boo bear CHORUS Rock on To the break of dawn Just freak it Ah yeah baby Rock on To the break of dawn Just freak it Ah yeah baby CHORYS II (X4) Sadat X: Cause its the funky beat Cause its the funky beat Cause its the funk, the funk, the funk, funky beat (beat) |
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