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Praise The Lord Lyrics

Artist: Everlast
Album: Whitey Ford Sings The Blues

You know it's Whitey
And the deliquants
I say it's Whitey
And the deliquants
But you know it's Whitey
And the deliquants (???)
Watch me rock these sounds from the polo grounds
To the sunset strip like an acid trip
I'll flash it back on ya runnin' up on ya
I was born in Hempstead raised in California
Mister entrepreneur 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, assume 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
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' mike control
Like Derryl McDaniel, a 100 G 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 especially (???) 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 bridges
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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