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Praise The Lord

アーティスト:Everlast  アルバム:Praise The Lord  作詞:Unknown  作曲:BARNES DARRYL OTIL/BROOKS ERIC/ELAM KEITH/MARTIN CHRIS E 

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(It's Whitey. . . and the Likwit) repeats several times Watch me rock these sounds from the Polo Grounds To the Sunset Strip, I'm like an acid trip I'm flashing back on ya, run it up on ya Born in Hempstead L.I., raised in California Mister entrepreneur, I rock the shot that's sure I need a dime plus more, I sip the finely corked I want the cash in hand, and the beats front land And I get loco from Acapulco to Japan Mister Whitey Ford gets terrain explored You perpetrate that Ford, you must be out your gourd It's time make like break nights kid, and praise the lord Keep the faith, smoke your eighth Continue stackin' papers all up in my safe Commence to motivate, assume an altered state And kill your whole wack show like I'm Edgar Alan Poe It's the psychotic thriller, no peckerwood's iller Than this freckled face man with the farmer's tan If I can't bomb on you, I'm bombin' on your man Chorus: Some get the shit, sugar, some get the stains


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