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Praise The Lord

アーティスト:Everlast  アルバム:Whitey Ford Sings the Blues  作詞:BARNES DARRYL OTIL/BROOKS ERIC/ELAM KEITH/MARTIN CHRIS E  作曲:BARNES DARRYL OTIL/BROOKS ERIC/ELAM KEITH/MARTIN CHRIS E 

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You 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 a nasty trip I'll flash it back on ya Run it up on ya I'm born in Hempstead And 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 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 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 CHORUS Some get the shit, sugar, some get the stains


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