The White Boy Is BackWhitey, Whitey, Whitey, Whitey...Ford, Ford... Whitey, Whitey, Whitey, Whitey...Ford, Ford... The white boy is back And you know he can never be wack The white boy is back The white boy is back With his foot up in your ass crack The white boy is back ('cause you know he's the white boy) The white boy is back And you know that he never smoke crack The white boy is back ('cause you know he's the white boy) Everlast Index Money ( Dollar Bill )Dollar dollar bills Deutch, marks, franks, yens, and pounds I rock the jocked up sounds From Devenshire Downs Out the Fordham Road Up top in the boogie I be loyal to my peeps Like budha stud doogie Never very bad news Payin' crazy dues I'm blowin' out crews And tamin' mad shrews Like Bill Shakespeare The fakes will disappear The flavor in your ear Is strong like Everclear Two hundred proofs So put the match to the roof And set this bitch on fire Get rich, the empire's About to strike back If you rock the mic wack And that's the way it is 'cause yo It's like that Money, money y'all It be the root of all evil Money, money y'all It makes you popular with people I go back to the 80's Like three times a lady When it was pussy for free And crack for currency It just occurred to me It's time for surgery I remove MC's like tumors The lies and the rumors Got me thinkin' of this dub By Timex Social Club Yo, word to my momma I'm high off the trauma Whitey Ford gets deeper than subway trains And I serve lazy fools like fast food chains All pain no gain Makes the brain insane Life in the fast laneT he flakesThe cash gains (for real) Dollar bill y'all Dollar bill y'all Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all It takes money To get that fly ass ho It takes money To see me rock a live show It takes money To get that last bag of smoke Cause they kindly take from it when that ass was broke Dollar bill y'all Dollar bill y'all Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all It takes money To get that fly ass ho It takes money To see me rock a live show It takes money To get that last bag of smoke Cause they kindly take from it when that ass was broke Hey yo I'm about to g-off Just like my name was Ed-o Black kids call me whitey Spanish kids wetto White kids call me the king of this b-boy thing If it's broke then fix it If it's wack remix it Can't none of you MC's ever fuck with these You be crazy on my dick Like some porno chick For the style that I'm blessin' Ain't no second guessin' Kid heed the lesson, subtraction, addition Reward for submission Ain't no debate Won't stop till I'm eatin' off a platinum plate I want the stocks and bonds Plus the real estate I want the iron gates And low interest rates Plus a fly little spot to bring all my dates A little stash of the cash put aside in a safe When times get lean Y'all know what I mean Money money y'all Some be callin' it cream Money money y'all Some be callin' it fame Money money y'all But once I get it I'm J Dollar bill y'all Dollar bill y'all Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all It takes money To get that fly ass ho It takes money To see me rock a live show It takes money To get that last bag of smoke Cause they kindly take from it when that ass was broke Dollar bill y'all Dollar bill y'all Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all It takes money To get that fly ass ho It takes money To see me rock a live show It takes money To get that last bag of smoke Cause they kindly take from it when that ass was broke Dollar bill y'all Dollar bill y'all Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all It takes money To get that fly ass ho It takes money To see me rock a live show It takes money To get that last bag of smoke Cause they kindly take from it when that ass was broke Dollar bill y'all Dollar bill y'all Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all It takes money To get that fly ass ho It takes money To see me rock a live show It takes money To get that last bag of smoke Cause they kindly take from it when that ass was broke Dollar bill y'all Dollar bill y'all Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all It takes money To get that fly ass ho It takes money To see me rock a live show It takes money To get that last bag of smoke Cause they kindly take from it when that ass was broke I want cash and checks I want diamond rings I want jewels on my neck And mad fly things I want a stack of fat chips So I can take long trips I want to sail the Bahamas On my own cruise ships I want acres of landI want papers in hand I want stocks and bonds All pros no cons Hey if it smells funny Then back it up honey I want the money y'all I need the money y'all... Everlast Index EndsEverything must change... Ends... Some people would rob their mother for the ends Rat snitch on one another for the ends Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends So before we go any further I'm on my ends I knew this cat named Dale Who didn't have a dollar He was Harvard material Ivy League scholar Had a PHD An MBA But now he's waitin' tables 'cause there's rent to pay Company's down sizin' Inflation's risin' Can't find a job He's feelin' kind of stressed Doesn't even feel the effects when he says Forgot to count how many times he's been blessed So he falls off track Starts smokin' the crack And once it hits his brain It starts a chain react Sells the shirt off his back The shoes off his feet He's losin' all his teeth Now he's out on the street And all of the sudden he's like Jesse James Tryin' to stick up kids for their watches and chains But he's from business school And he's nervous with the tool So he ends up on his back in a bloody pool For the ends Some people would rob their mother for the ends Rat snitch on one another for the ends Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends So before we go any further I'm on my ends I knew this chick named Sally She had a nice strut And everywhere that I went she was up in the cut Swingin' that butt like "place your ad here" Only rapped the Benz And rocked the fly gear Brand name wearin'Champagne wavin' Jewels around the neck A lotta style she's cravin' Ain't no savin' She's doin' all the spendin' If you do the lendin' She'll do the bendin' Straight machine vendin' That's money for tail Shoppin' sprees get her on her knees And then you hit her with the keys of your krib you actin' funny Come home one day find her countin' out your money From the Wetlands all the way to the Apollo If you broke she's spittin' If you're rich she might swallow For the ends Some people would rob their mother for the ends Rat snitch on one another for the ends Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends So before we go any further I'm on my ends I knew these two homeboys That made a lot of noise Makin' money on the block The kids was on their jock They was tougher than leather Like Reverend Run DMC they was tokin' guns Hold and wait Goin' out of state Stackin' mad chips And pushin' phat wears Fly jewels and clothes And got no job And then one disappeared And one got robbed For the ends Some people would rob their mother for the ends Rat snitch on one another for the ends Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends So before we go any further I'm on my ends Some people would rob their mother for the ends Rat snitch on one another for the ends Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends So before we go any further I'm on my ends Everlast Index What It's LikeWe've all seen the man at the liquor store beggin' for your change The hair on his face is dirty, dreadlocked and full of mange He ask the man for what he could spare with shame in his eyes Get a job you fuckin' slob's all he replied God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes 'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues Then you really might know what it's like Then you really might know what it's like Then you really might know what it's like Then you really might know what it's like Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom who said he was in love He said don't worry about a thing baby doll I'm the man you've been dreamin' of But three months later he said he won't date her or return her call And she sweared god damn if I find that man I'm cuttin' off his balls And then she heads for the clinic and she gets some static walkin' through the doors They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner, and they call her a whore God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes 'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose Then you really might know what it's like Then you really might know what it's like Then you really might know what it's like Then you really might know what it's like I've seen a rich man beg I've seen a good man sin I've seen a tough man cry I've seen a loser win And a sad man grin I heard an honest man lie I've seen the good side of bad And the down side of up And everything between I licked the silver spoon Drank from the golden cup Smoked the finest green I stroked daddies dimes at least a couple of times Before I broke their heart You know where it ends Yo, it usually depends on where you start I knew this kid named Max He used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs He liked to hang out late at night Liked to get shit faced And keep pace with thugs Until late one night there was a big gun fight Max lost his head He pulled out his chrome .45 Talked some shit And wound up dead Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of his pain You know it crumbles that way At least that's what they say when you play the game God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news 'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose Then you really might know what it's like Then you really might know what it's like Then you really might know what it's like Then you really might know what it's likeTo have to lose... Everlast Index Get DownGet down, get down, get down Get down, get down, get down Get down, get down, get down Get down, get down, get down I see everybody rockin' the same old style And everyone's sportin' the same profile And all of y'all wearin' the same name brands I hear everybody jackin' these played out jams I won't reach for no gun, punk, I use my hands I rock mikes and roll bikes I cross foreign landsI made my bones out in zones Where the twilight be And every time I touch a micI t's Fright Night Part Three For every MC that wanna test and try In your custom made wears Thinkin' you too fly Makin' up in gold chains What you're lackin' for brains It's time to call your ma, Duke Scoop up your remains And finally lay to rest all the shit you stressed Of boastin' and braggin' about the toes you taggin' I'm knock knock knockin' on heaven's door While every rapper that you simmed Is pimped like a whore You see your talk is eighteen Three quarters past four When your doctor slaps my assH ear the lion roar The record sales soared And the world got toured You say what happened to my band I say I just got bored Now they call me Whitey Ford And I say praise the Lord Find me breakin' up your crews Catch me singin' the blues Strummin' and pickin' like I'm BB King It's Abdul Rakim Now watch me do my thing Down down, you go Down down, so low Down down, till you hit the floor Keep fallin' down, till you can't get down no more You go point blank range With the scope he's knockin' The Psycho might change But there ain't no stoppin' The moon's on the rise When the sun start droppin' And y'all need to quit the bullshit you poppin' 'Cause I've been hip hoppin' since BDP Rock the P it's free It's Abdul Rakim And when referring to me You best respect the name Make a quick double take And double check your game 'Cause you about to get dissed I'm checkin' my list When I check it over twice It's like rollin' the dice I hit four-five-six I'm all up in your mix I rock good from Hollywood To the City of Bricks And all these fake cats scream they're keepin' it real While you're makin' your deal We'll be breakin' the seal You be breakin' your vows Like people worshippin' cows And then I hit ya with the who's, what's, where's and how's Like Vinny Barbarino Matt Gachino I'm with my man Rino With the Brooklyn Lordz Crashin' the boards with my soul in a hole I take it back to the future From the days of old I'm too cold to hold Too hot not to burn ya Don't stick your nose in business that don't concern ya Might have to trip And flip like Ike Turner You too old for schoolin', boy, when I'm gonna learn ya Down down, you go Down down, so low Down down, till you hit the floor Keep fallin' down, till you can't get down no more Everlast Index Sen DogYo Everlast, what's up? It's Sen Dog. How you doin' kid? Check this, I heard you're doin' some shit with some live instruments and all that. Word, I'm doin' the same thing, hey yo, check this out...You still rhymin' or what? You need to get at me dog, peace out... Everlast Index TiredWe can go Soul for soul Over mic control Kid you can't touch me with a ten foot pole And I even made the devil sell me his jewels He was out to cold mock me And play you for fools Kid, you know the rules Must be smokin' super cools Try to diss me on the low Got to be a psycho That's aight though You know you won't see me shakin' I'm out to blow the spot On who's real and who's fakin' Who's given' Who's taken' Who's livin' Who's starvin' Diss me on the mic It's time for headstone carvin' And then tap right ya, I'll strike ya like lightin' Dissolve ya like powder So turn it up louder Go on pump the wattage Get the cheese by cottage I like mean streaks I like Spanish freaks I like Korean barbecue I'm like old school beats' Cause... I'm sick of all the shit that's droppin' And I'm tired of all the lip that's poppin' And all the wack attitudes people coppin' I'm only tryin' to get a few heads boppin' I'm only tryin' to get a few heads boppin' It go bang bang boogie I'm sick like a loogie I'm wiser than bud I'm thicker than blood I'm older than time I'm only from divine How can you be so bold and think that you'll take mine I'm cash like Johnny It's the highway man And I'm walkin' this line the best way I can With my farmer's tan And my bloodshot eyes I ain't bodied no one I ain't chopped no bod With the butter's from the gutters I'm about to explode And blow the spot for folk nave Up the Gun Hill Road Like artillery shells Been from heaven to hell And I'm a say a little prayer for every rapper that fell 'Cause... I'm sick of all the shit that's droppin' And I'm tired of all the lip that's poppin' And all the wack attitudes people coppin' I'm only tryin' to get a few heads boppin' I'm only tryin' to get a few heads boppin' I'm sick of all the shit that's droppin' And I'm tired of all the lip that's poppin' And all the wack attitudes people coppin' I'm only tryin' to get a few heads boppin' I'm only tryin' to get a few heads boppin' Everlast Index Hot To DeathWe're gonna be breakin' it down (Yeah!) You gotta know the feel You gotta know the life You know what I'm sayin' (Hey!) I said what's goin' wrong You know it just ain't right Tell me who be loud When the spark ignite Now from the break daylight To the fall of the sun You gotta pick your fight It's time to choose your gun Front to back Right to left Keep it live all night Make it hot to death Get your heart pumpin' like some crystal meth Keep it live all night Make it hot to death Well...Hey...Tell me who's your God Does he make a lotta dough I'm gonna take you higher Or to the fire below Front to back Right to left Keep it live all night Make it hot to death Get your heart pumpin' like some crystal meth Keep it live all night Make it hot to death Guns to roses Abraham to Moses Daylight exposes what the night conceals Let's break these seals And get this thing started Some be out classed Some be out smarted Some be over bound by the blindin' rays I hear the whisper in the night Get trapped in the maze See back in the days When I was juvenile I dreamed of rockin' on the mic In a brand new style Now I'm shakin' these bones Tryin' to get these shoes Outbidded major crews I'm paid crazy dues Now I'm speakin' on you They just slept on me And rumors start spreadin' Just like a disease I'll have you down on your knees Below the spot ground zero Turn brown and burn down Rome just like Nero A hero ain't nothing but a Don't make me say it again Legend Don't make me say it Front to back Right to left Keep it live all night Make it hot to death Get your heart pumpin' like some crystal meth Keep it live all night Make it hot to death That's what I'm sayin' That's what I'm sayin'... Everlast Index PainkillersFlight Attendant: On behalf of Pan Am Airlines, we'd like to be the first To welcome you to New York City. We'd like to thank you for flying Pan Am. The local time is 6:45AM and the temperature is 89°... I've been up all night On the redeye flight The dawn's early light Got the skyline bright I'm in the back of a car service My driver's kind of nervous 'Cause I'm tokin' on a blunt that's fat You say you know where you at I say I know where I am And if you really want a tip Then Mr. don't get flam I ain't tryin' to be rude And I ain't stressin' you gramps But this shit right here It be the breakfast of champs I've been tokin' on this since thirteen years old And when I look up at my wall I see platinum and gold And there ain't nobody sneezin' at the money I fold And I ain't here for your pleasin' So put that shit on hold Just keep your mouth shut and get me to the hotel And turn the radio up while I finish this L... Welcome back to the Five Seasons Mr. Ford, your usual room is ready and waiting. Let me take your luggage. If you need anything while you're staying, just let me know. Good lookin' out...That's for you. I hop out my car Step into the lobby Everybody's on the floor (get down) It's a motherfuckin' robbery The shit's in progress I can feel the stress I wanna silenty to God how I get in this mess They tell me to freeze and get down on my knees Between my jewels and my cash I'm holdin' thirty five G's They told me to run it So I got bold and I front it And like Slick Rick said I know I shouldn't have done it 'Cause now they standin' over me Watchin' me bleed Damn, I got to quit smokin' all this weed There's a pain in my chest But yo, I must be blessed Because before I faded out I saw the EMS The paramedics They greet me with some anesthetics They killin' my pain They screamin' my name Tryin' to keep me in the conscious world I'm thinkin' about my mom My sister and my girl I'm prayin' to God Don't let this go too far As they rush me into the St. Luke's O.R. They pull the bullets out my chest And give 'em back in a jar Now I'm wearin' this scar 'Cause I tried to play hard Mr. Ford, I'm afraid I have some bad news for you. What are you talkin' about ? It would appear that one of the bullets grazed your spine and damaged the cord. So what are you tryin' to tell me ? Well, it's safe to say I don't think you'll be jumpin' around anymore. Yo, this can't happen to me I just can't believe it Trapped in a wheelchair A paraplegic There ain't no rehab There ain't no therapy For the rest of my life Somebody's gotta take care of me And people stare at me With pity in their eyes And every mornin' I rise to a life of despise And ever night I think I might never rock the mic again 'Cause my brain's fucked up on percacet and vicadin Might as well be heroin pulsin' through my veins Gotta kill these pains Or blow out my brains To free me from these chains I'm trapped in this physical hell To walk again I just might sell my soul And I'm only twenty somethin' years old (years old) Everlast Index Prince PaulHey yo, what up Everlast ? This is Prince Paul, man. Yo, I ran into Trev on the street from Nasty and he said you're doing this dope Celtic rock album. So I was like, "yo, that's my style... That's what I do". You know I got beats from back in the days. So I'm like, yo, why don't I give you a call 'cause yo, 'cause you know I got that ill like, you know... You know somethin' like "Jump Around" but it's more on that like old lucky charm style type, you know. In other words yo, just yo, give a brotha some work. You know what I mean ? It's like I got beats man... Dante got some beats, but I got beats ! Because yo, I've been doin' it for awhile. So yo, I got the joint. Call me...You got my number, I got it. I know what you need... I know what you need, man. I know you got dough. Give me a buzz, peace. Everlast Index Praise The LordYou know it's Whitey And the Likwits I say it's Whitey And the Likwits You know it's Whitey And the Likwits Watch me rock these sounds From the polo grounds To the sunset strip Like an acid trip I'll 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 that's 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 It'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 Consume an altered state I'm killin' your whole wack show Like I'm Edgar Allan Poe With the psychotic thriller No peckerwood iller Than this freckled-face man With the farmer's tan If I can't bomb on you I'm bombin' on your man 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 vaporsBetter... Praise the Lord keep keep the faith Praise the Lord keep keep the faith Praise the Lord keep keep the faith Praise the Lord keep keep the faith I say roll to the rock Rock to the roll Whitey Ford brings the devastatin' mic control Like Derryl McDaniel A hundred G's venue The tip's get clocked, baby The bond's get stocked My style gets rocked Just like doors get knocked With legendary status Like my name's 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 I'm found Amazing grace How sweet the sound And when the saints come marchin' in (keep the faith) I'm Nestle's Alpine White / Classic rapper's delight All these shorties pullin' tools 'Cause they know they can't fight I bank my selections on worldwide connections So get the seven digits, baby Never burn your britches 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 vaporsBetter... Praise the Lord keep keep the faith Praise the Lord keep keep the faith Praise the Lord keep keep the faith Praise the Lord keep keep the faith 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 vaporsBetter... Praise the Lord keep keep the faith Praise the Lord keep keep the faith Praise the Lord keep keep the faith Praise the Lord keep keep the faith Everlast Index Today ( Watch Me Shine )Yesterday is just a dream I don't remember Tomorrow, still a hope I've yet to endure I'm out of time I'm out of rhyme I'm out of reason Season's change and leave me out in the cold The story's old The tale been told by many a scholar Got a fistful of dollar And pocketful of love God above if you hear me cryin' I've tried to sell my soul But no one's buyin' Lord, strike me down now if I'm lyin' Lord strike me down Lord, strike me down now if I'm lyin' Lord strike me down Lord, strike me down now if I'm lyin' Lord strike me down It's gettin' cold It's time for dyin' Come on and watch me shine Like the world is mine (check it out) today Come on and watch me shine (check it out) Like the world is mine today Watch me shine (check it out) Then the man was free from sin Free from sin Cast the first stone then began the violence Began the violence Let the man whose words ring true Speak on up till his voice breaks through the silence Through the silence Let the ones who lose their way Live to see just one more day in the sunshine La-la-la-la-la-la-laaa Let the one's who choose to stray Recognize the price they'll pay In their lifetime In their lifetime In their lifetime Come on and watch me shine Like the world is mine (check it out) today Come on and watch me shine (check it out) Like the world is mine today Watch me shine (check it out) Sit in the way and wait for my roads to cross You nail me down and you watch me bleed Watch me bleed So lay my head against the earth Plant my body like a seed Plant my body like a seed You can't always get the things you want, love (check it out) Tell me what you want You get what you deserve Or maybe what you need Tell me what you need So fill my hole with precious dirt, love Till the soil and part the weed Come on and watch me shine Like the world is mine (check it out) today Come on and watch me shine (check it out) Like the world is mine today Watch me shine (check it out) Everlast Index GuruHey, yo yo Everlast. What up ? This is big Guru from the Gangstarr, you know what I'm sayin' ? Just checkin' in on ya. Yo, I heard about your accident, I want to know if you're still breathin' ? So get at it brother, you know how to reach me, kid. Word is bond, man. I miss ya. Hit me up, peace. Everlast Index Death Comes Callin'A yes yes y'all It's too fresh y'all A little b-boy blue You know it's too beucou I've been from New York to Cali Spent two days in the valley And I think I'm 'bout to lose my mind And if I think 'bout it one more time I'm a blow my stack See ya out the back Give me some room that I can breathe in Now I'm a start weavin' spells like a wizard King of the lizard My mojo's risin' like my nature should Not everybody can relate to hood But I used to roll with high frequency Had a habit of juvenile delinquency If y'all could see all the things I did When I was a kid Ya might flip ya lid 'Cause...When I was the age of one My father gave me my very first gun When I was the age of two I was pullin' out records with the SD Crew And when I was the age of three I had all the maddest fishes swimmin' after me And when I was the age of four I was bustin' out shows with the rhymes galore I say day to the night Night to the day Up around where I stay We do things this way You got to watch how you act And watch what you say 'Cause their ain't no stallin' When the death come callin' I say day to the night Night to the day Up around where I stay We do things this way You got to watch how you act And watch what you say 'Cause their ain't no stallin' When the death come callin' The man that lives by the pistol Dies by the smokin' gun (gun) I think I hear a steam whistle Lord, when my train gonna come The man that lives by the pistol Dies by the smokin' gun (gun) I think I hear a steam whistle Lord, when my train gonna come Yo, all you duns packin' guns Fightin' for ones It's time to get these hons Start raisin' some sons Plant your seed in some fertile soil And watch me start bubblin' Like I'm 'bout to boil Like Olive Oyle love Popeye Just won't stoppa I got to keep rockin' Ticks keep tockin' Time keeps slippin' My mind keeps trippin' I'm in the road less traveled Sure got lotta stones I say day to the night Night to the day Up around where I stay We do things this way You got to watch how you act And watch what you say 'Cause their ain't no stallin' When the death come callin' I say day to the night Night to the day Up around where I stay We do things this way You got to watch how you act And watch what you say 'Cause their ain't no stallin' When the death come callin' Watch me break it down There's a red house yonder Just over the hill With my name carved into the window sill I think I'm gonna burn it down Yeah, I think I'm gonna burn it down That's what me and my old woman used to say We used to lie in bed and make love all day Now I think I'm gonna burn it down Yeah, I think I'm gonna burn it down Yeah, I think I'm gonna burn it down to the ground The man that lives by the pistol Dies by the smokin' gun (gun) I think I hear a steam whistle Lord, when my train gonna come The man that lives by the pistol Dies by the smokin' gun (gun) I think I hear a steam whistle Lord, when my train gonna come Everlast Index Funky BeatCheck Uh huh Check check, y'all Yo Whitey Ford's the name The Hunchback of Notre Dame Couldn't get more bent When it's time to represent I control it like rent In a slum tenement Life's hard like some men In the concrete jungle I don't smoke jumbo So whatcha knockin' for There's locks on my door We rock from the floor To the ceilin' Ain't no drug dealin' Ain't no gat peelin' You can't fight this feelin' Weeeell, My style's golden Hot like molten rock Niggers come bold But leave here holdin' jock High roll patrol Roll through the set on fifth Arm's 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 can't test with no access To phatness like this From one story the cowboy was founded I'm surrounded by Casual and Whitey Ford The whole world and your girl From the Bay to LA To my blue end while I ain't tryin' to die I'm 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, y'all A freak, freak, yo So fresh y'all To the beat y'all A yes yes y'all We don't stop dog We keep it rockin' till the panties drop, yo Uh huh, ha I see the rappers bein' ruined By you and whoever's doin' that Crap, they got me booin' In fact, I'm gettin' to 'em May an electrical poetical surge Give me the urge To, consume, the tomb And submerge The depths of adverbs Keep it sickAnalytical You pitiful trick I'm the pinnacle and the prodigal Rhyme style's Hip nautical Fuck the artical The artist is hardest To harvest the hard shit I slave till all my work is done I'm cashin' in Stack up my money for a grand set I like them all house parties rockin' Plus I'm 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 ain't swine Now back it up Stack it up And hit me one more time It might be your phone call But check it, it's my dime And I know she's fine But get off my line Or I'll break that spine And then maybe your face You all up in my space Like with Puffy and Mase But that's just not the case' Cause I'm settin' the pace While you followin' and swallowin' Savorin' the flavor In your audio for now Quick suckin' my style I'll be the man With the large amounts of savoir-faire 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 'Cause it's the funky beat' Cause it's the funky beat 'Cause it's the funk, the funk, the funk, funky beat (beat) I'll leave a piece of my style Flyin' high up in the air And you'll say to yourself Damn I'm glad I was there This is as rare as me frickin' share You people stare But behind closed doors You will take it there Yeah I be the extraordinare Judge from Bayfare To Albee Square Tell me where the party at I'll 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 I'm 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 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 'Cause it's the funky beat' Cause it's the funky beat 'Cause it's the funk, the funk, the funk, funky beat (beat) 'Cause it's the funky beat' Cause it's the funky beat 'Cause it's the funk, the funk, the funk, funky beat (beat) 'Cause it's the funky beat' Cause it's the funky beat 'Cause it's the funk, the funk, the funk, funky beat (beat) 'Cause it's the funky beat' Cause it's the funky beat 'Cause it's the funk, the funk, the funk, funky beat (beat) Everlast Index The LetterYeah that's her Sometimes you win Sometimes you lose All the broken hearts And the unpaid dues What you did to me What I did to you I ain't mad at you, boo So what we gonna do I just seen you out with your new man It's lookin' kind of happy I'm feelin' like somebody just slapped me My gut's in a knot My temp's gettin' hot I wanna make that man bleed And wear this speed knot 'Cause he ain't got what we had And it makes me kind of mad I hurt my one true love Just like my dad And it's kinda sad 'Cause now my shit's together No need for umbrellas I can see the stormy weather I'm goin' outside into the rain Like Keith Sweat 'Cause I can't house this pain We was workin' for years Now I'm jerkin' these tears From my lips to God's ears, girl I did you wrong So I'm makin' this song To let you know how I feel Before I'm keepin' it real May keep my heart concealed And now I'm on the side Just patiently waitin' Watchin' on you when the time for updatin'I can't hide from the truth I know the puddin's in the proof So I stand convicted like all your friends predicted But I'd think you'd be surprised On how this ends brothers We went from lovers to friends We'll go from friends to lovers So if that man make you smile I guess that I'll Just accept it And respect it I'll hit you with this song And let you think about it Then I'll just leave you alone And be a man about it Everlast Index 7 YearsIt's been seven years down the road I got no more tears that are left to flow When I did my baby wrong She left me lonely for so long Now I'm out here all alone Lord, won't you please bring my baby home Lord, won't you please...bring my baby home Lord won't you please bring my baby home Lord, won't you please...bring my baby home Lord won't you please bring my baby home It go one for the treble Two for the bass Used to mess with this girl Way back in the day She was from the PJ's And she went both ways Yeah, the girl was a freak I used to call her Monique And before I even speak About knockin' the boots I say her name been changed to avoid lawsuits So now we gettin' down to the nitty of the gritty She brought her friend around And damn she was pretty Betty was twisted She said her number was listed They grabbed my love two fisted Hugged it and kissed it They say one in the hand Is worth two in the bush But when shove came to push Yo, I had my own theories World Series of love It's two on one Till I got caught with the smokin' gun His wife came home And she bursted in Now I'm lookin' for my heart Like I'm made from tin The road that I travel Ain't got yellow bricks My old woman jinxed That all men are pricks And she flipped the script She's puttin' lip to lip And every time I think about it I just lose my grip 'Cause I've been up And I've been down And I've been fast And I've been slow And I've been square And I've been round And I've been high And I've been low And I've been cool And I've been calm And I've been kind And I've been crass I held the whole world right in my palm I tried to spread it around But it sure went fast Lord, won't you please...bring my baby home Lord won't you please bring my baby home Seven years sure have flown by I got no more tears and they are left to cry When I did my sugar bad I lost the best thing I ever had And now I'm out here on my own Lord, won't you please bring my baby home Lord, won't you please...bring my baby home Lord won't you please bring my baby home Lord, won't you please...bring my baby home Lord won't you please bring my baby home Bring my baby home... Everlast Index Next ManHaha 'And there, but for the grace of God, go I' It's kinda neat I wonder what it means I rock a jam for love I quit my band for love I'll smack the chrome tool right out your hand for love Make you cry like a dove Leave you standin' alone In a world so cold Watch the drama unfold 'Cause you sell your soul Now you're fearin' your death Sniffin' crystal meth 'till there ain't none left But, rock bottom hurts when you hit it You start to reflect on all the friends you shitted You probably won't admit it So you start to sink lower You're caught in the flood And you're tryin' to find Noah If you hungry and your near me yo, you gonna get fed If you sleepy and you need a place to lay your head Then come take my bed I'll sleep on the floor 'Cause these are the times that friends are for I see everybody out here doin' for self And they don't give a damn on the next man Puttin' status and wealth over God and health I can't wait 'till you the next man I see everybody out here doin' for self And they don't give a damn on the next man Puttin' status and wealth over God and health I can't wait 'till you the next man I get uptight for love You know I'll fight for love I might keep my wifey up all night for love And when the daylight comes I be seein' mad bums With no shoes on their feet Plus nothin' to eat I can't save the whole street So I feel like I'm beat And why play the game when nothin' goin' to change The only change that's wanted is loose in my jeans I get rushed on every corner by a bum or a fiend Tryin' to keep my dean I try to give to the poor Tryin' to get through this life And get through that door I'm all up in this mix For these final tics Goin' all the way to seven And it's half past six I see everybody out here doin' for self And they don't give a damn on the next man Puttin' status and wealth over God and health I can't wait 'till you the next man I see everybody out here doin' for self And they don't give a damn on the next man Puttin' status and wealth over God and health I can't wait 'till you the next man I pray to God for love I'll make Jihad for love And I just might pull your freakin' card for love Make you sing 'Hey Love' like my man King Son I freak the art noise Over all you toys Better bring your boys Summon all your crew No matter what you do It's comin' back on you Just like a planet orbits Let your sponge absorb it It's logical conclusion It's b-boy fusion And confusion say that he want control Of your mentality Your body and your soul So if you lose your whole Come and take my hand And link up this jam 'Cause money that's the plan Tryin' to get through this maze Not to win this race We either ridin' on our horse Or walkin' on our face So come take your place on the side of love And swallow up your ego and your pride for love I see everybody out here doin' for self And they don't give a damn on the next man Puttin' status and wealth over God and health I can't wait 'till you the next man I see everybody out here doin' for self And they don't give a damn on the next man Puttin' status and wealth over God and health I can't wait 'till you the next man Can't wait 'till you the next man Can't wait 'till you the next man... 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