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Whitey, Whitey, Whitey, Whitey...Ford, Ford...
Whitey, Whitey, Whitey, Whitey...Ford, Ford... Female Vocals: 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) |
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| 3:15 |
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Dollar dollar bills
Dotes, marks, franks, yens and pounds I rock the chopped up sounds from devinger dounds Out the Ford Rover, up top in the boogie I be loyal to my peps just like pooh to stud doogie Never bearer bad news Paying crazy dues I'm blowing out crews and taming mad shrews Like Bill Shakespeare, the fakes will disappear The flavor in your ear is strong like everclear 200 proofs will put the match to the roof And set this bitch on fire Get rich to empire About to strike back if you rock the mic whack And thats the way it is cause yo its like that (Sadat X) Money money y'all It be the root of all evil (Sadat X) 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 Its time for surgery I remove emcees like tumors The lies and the rumors got me thinking of this dove About time made social club Yo word to my mama I'm high off the trauma Whitey Ford gets deeper than a subway train And I serve lazy fools like fast food chains All pain no gain makes the brain insane Life in the fast lane deflates the cash gain *Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all dolla dolla dolla dolla dolla bill y'all *Repeat It takes money (To get that fly ass hoe) It takes money (To see me rock a live show) It takes money (To get that last bag of smoke cause) Hey I'm about to gee off just like my name was Edo Black kids call me Whitey Spanish kids Whito White kids call me king of this b-boy thing If its broke than he fix it If its wack the mix it Can't none of you emcees ever fuck with these You be crazy on my dick like some porno chick For the style that I'm blessing Ain't no second guessing Can't heed the lesson, subtraction addition The war for submission Ain't no debate Won't stop until I've eaten off a platinum plate I want 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 cash, to put inside the safe When times get lean Y'all know what I mean (Money money y'all) Some be calling it cream (Money money y'all) Some be calling it feti (Money money y'all) But once I get it I'm jeti *Repeat (x5) I want cash and checks I want diamond rings I want jewels on my neck and mad fly things I want stacks of fat chips so I can take long trips I want to sail the Bahamas on my own cruise ships I want acres of land I want papers in hand I want stocks and bonds All pros no cons Hey if it smells funny then pack it up honey I want the money y'all I need the money y'all |
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| 3. |
| 4:34 |
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"Everything must change . . "
*Ends, some people will rob their mother For the ends, rats snitch on one another For the ends, sometimes kids get murdered For the ends, so before we go any further I want my ends I knew this cat named Darrell, he didn't have a dollar He was Harvard material, Ivy League scholar Had a Ph.D., had an M.B.A. But now he's waiting tables cause their's rent to pay Companies downsizing, inflation's rising Can't find a job, he's feeling kind of stressed Doesn't even feel the effects when he says Forgot to count how many times he been blessed So he falls off track, starts smoking the crack And once it hits his brain, starts a chain react Sells the shirt off his back, shoes off his feet He's losing all his teeth, now he's out in the street And all of sudden he's like, Jesse James Trying 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 *Repeat I knew this chick named Sally, she had a nice strut Knew what I wanted, she was up in the cut Swinging that butt, like race you out here Only rapped the benz, and rocked the fly gear Brand name wearing, champagne waving Jewels around the neck, live style she's craving Ain't no saving, she's doing enough spending If you do the lending, she'll do the bending Straight machine vending, it's money for take Shopping sprees get her on her knees And if you hit her with keys of your crib, you acting funny Come home one day, find her counting out your money From the Wetlands, all the way to the Apollo If you're broke she'll spit, and if you're rich she might swallow *Repeat I knew these two homeboys, who made a lot of noise Making money on the block, kids was on they jock They was tougher than leather like Reverend Run DMC, they was toting guns And holdin' weight, goin' out of state Stackin' mad chips, and pushin' phat whips Fly jewels and golds, and got no job And then one did some kid, and one got robbed *Repeat (x2) |
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| 4. |
| 5:04 |
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We've all seen a man at the liquor store beggin' for your change The hair on his face is dirty, dread-locked, and full of mange He asks the man for what he could spare, with shame in his eyes "Get a job you fucking slob," is all he replies 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 (what it's like) Then you really might know what it's like (what it's like) Then you really might know what it's like (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 dreaming of." But 3 months later he say he won't date her or return her calls And she swears, "God damn, If find that man I'm cuttin' off his balls." And then she heads for the clinic and she gets some static walking through the door 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 its like (what it's like) Then you really might know what it's like (what it's like) Then you really might know what it's like (what it's like) then you really might know what its 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've heard an honest man lie I've seen the good side of bad And the downside of up And everything between I've licked the silver spoon Drank from the golden cup And smoked the finest green I've stroked the fattest 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 he liked to get shit-faced and keep the pace with thugs Until late one night there was a big gun fight and 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 this pain You know it comes 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...to have the blues -
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| 5. |
| 3:59 |
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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 foriegn lands I made my bones out in zones where twilight be And every time I touch the mike it's Fright Night Part Three For every emcee that wannaa test and try In your custom made wears thinkin' you too fly Make it 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 heavens door While every rapper that's simmed is pimped like a whore You see the talk is eighteen, three quarters past four When your doctor slaps my ass, hear 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 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 mmon's on the rise when the sun start droppin' And y'all need to quit the bullshit that you be poppin' 'Cause I've been hip hoppin' since BDP Now he's the best, it's Abdul Rakim And when referring to me you must 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' 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 Pachino 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 businessthat don't concern ya Might have to trip and flip like Ive Turner You too old for schoolin', boy, when I'm gonna learn ya *Repeat |
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| 6. |
| 0:15 |
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Yo 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... |
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| 7. |
| 2:22 |
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We can go, soul for soul, over mic control
Kid you can 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 smoking two for booze Try to dis me on the low, got to be a psycho That's alright though, you know you won't see me shaking I'm out to the blow the spot on who's real and who's faking Who's giving, who's taking, who's living, who's starving Dis me on the mic, it's time for headstone carving And epitaph writing, I strike you like lightning Dissolve you like powder, so turn it up louder Go on, pump the wattage, get the cheese, buy a cottage I like mean streets, I like Spanish freaks I like Korean bar-b-que, I like old school beats *And I'm sick of all the shit that's dropping And I'm tired of all the lip that's popping And all the wack attitudes people copping I'm only tryin' to get a few heads bobbing *Repeat It go bang bang boogie, I'm sick like a loogie I'm wiser than Bud, I'm thicker than blood I'm moldin' in time, moldin' from the divine How could you be so bold, to 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 body no one, I ain't dropped no pies With the mothers from the gutters I'm 'bout to explode, and blow the spot For now, but the gun, he'll roll Like artillery shells, been from heaven to hell And I'm say a little prayer for every rapper that fell *Repeat (x2) |
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| 8. |
| 3:49 |
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We'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 *Repeat 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 *Repeat (Ad Libs) That's what I'm sayin (x2) |
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| 9. |
| 3:23 |
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[Plane landing]
I've been up all night On the red-eye flight The dawn's early light Got the skyline bright I'm in the back of a car service My driver's kinda nervous 'cause I'm toking on a blunt that's fat He's say "You know where you at?" I say "I know where I am, and if you really want a tip than mista 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 13 years old And when I look up at my wall I see platinum and gold And 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 ell [doorman greeting Mr. Ford] I hop out my car Step into the lobby Everybody's on the floor It's a motherfucking robbery The shit's in progress I can feel the stress I wondered silently to God how I get in this mess? They told me to freeze And get down on my knees Between my jewels and my cash I'm holdin 35g's They told me to run it So i got bold and I fronted And like Slick Rick said "I know I shouldn't a done it." Cause now they standin over me, watching me bleed Damn I gotta quit smoking all this weed There's a pain in my chest But yo I must be blessed Cause before I faded out I saw EMS The paramedics They greet me with some anasthetics They killing my pain They screamin my name Trying to keep me in the conscience world I'm thinking bout my mom my sister and my girl I'm prayin to God don't let this go too far As they rushed me into the ST. Luke's O.R. They pulled the bullets out my chest and give 'em back in a jar Now I'm wearin this scar Cause I tried to play hard [doctor talking to Mr. Ford] Yo this can't happen to me I just can't believe it Trapped in a wheelchair A Parapalegic There ain't no rehab There ain't no therapy For the rest of my life Someone's gotta take care of me And people stare at me with pity in they eyes And every morning I rise To a life of despise And everynight I think I might never rock the mike again Cause my brain's fucked up on Percocet and Vikaden Might as well be heroin pulsing through my veins Gotta cure 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 20-something years old |
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| 0:59 |
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Hey 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. |
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| 11. |
| 3:06 |
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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 entrepeneur, 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 eigth 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 *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 devastating mic control Like Darrell McDaniel, a hundred g's annual The tips get clocked baby, the bonds get stocked My style gets rocked just like doors get knocked With legendary status like my name's Lou Brock And my lanzar sounds be shaking the grounds Hunting down crews, like packs of bloodhounds Snatching off crowns and melting '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 messed the alpine white, classic rapper's delight All these shorties pullin' tools, cause they know they can't fight I bang my selections on worldwide connections So get the seven digits baby, never burn your bridges *Repeat (x2) |
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| 5:02 |
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Yesterday, just a dream I don't remember
Tommorrow, still I hope I get to ending I'm out of time, I'm out of rhyme, I'm out of reason Seasons change and leave me out in the cold Story's old, tale's been told by many scholar Got fist full of dollars, and a pocket full of love God above, if you hear me crying Tried to sell my soul but no one's buying Lord, strike me down now, if I'm lying It's getting cold, it's time for dying *Come on and watch me shine Like the world is mine Today, come on and watch me shine Like the world is mine Today, watch me shine Let man who's free from sin Cast the first stone and begin the violence Let man whose words ring true Speak on up till his voice breaks through the silence Let the one's who lose their way Live to see just one more day in the sunshine Let the one's who chose to stray Recognize the price they'll pay in their lifetime *Repeat Sitting here, waiting for my roads to cross You nailed me down and you watched me bleed So lay my head against the earth Plant my body like a seed You can't always get the things you want, love Get what you deserve and maybe what you need So fill my hole with precious dirt, love Turn the soil and plot the weed *Repeat |
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| 0:17 |
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Hey, 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. |
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| 14. |
| 4:16 |
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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 See... 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' (x2) *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 *Repeat 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 Oil 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' (x2) When the death come callin' (x2) 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 *Repeat (x2) when my train gonna come (x4) |
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| 4:05 |
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Check 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' Well, 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 Sadat X: A freak, freak, yo Casual: So fresh y'all To the beat y'all Sadat X: A yes yes y'all Casual: 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 sick Analytical 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) **Repeat 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 *Repeat **Repeat (x4) |
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| 2:06 |
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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 mans, lookin' kinda happy Feelin' like somebody just slapped me Gut's in a knot, my temp's gettin' hot I wanna make that man bleed and wet his speed knot He ain't got what we had, and it makes me kinda 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 keepin' it real, may keep my heart concealed And now I'm on the side just paitently waitin' Watchin' on you and the time for updatin' I can't hide from the truth, I know the pudding's in the proof So I stand convicted, like all your friends predicted But I think you'd be suprised 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 wit' this song and let you think about it Then I'll just leave you alone and be a man about it |
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| 4:05 |
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It's been seven years down the road
I got no more tears in me left to flow Since I did my baby wrong She left me lonely for so long 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? It goes one for the treble two for the bass Used to mess with this girl way back in the day She was from the peace days and she went both ways yea, the girl was a freak I used to call her Monique And before we even spoke about knockin' the boots she said her names been changed to avoid law suits So now wer'e gettin' down to the nitty of the gritty She brought her friend 'round and DAMN she was pretty! Betty was twisted said her number was listed grabbed my love two fisted hugged and kissed it she said "one in the hand is worth two in the bush" but when push came to shove yo I had my own theories World series of love It's two on one when I got caught with a smokin' gun. His wifey came home and she bursted in Now I'm lookin' for my heart like it's made from tin The road that I travel ain't got yellow bricks my old woman thinks that all men are pricks then she flipped the script she's puttin' lip to lip everytime I think about it I just lose my grip I've been up and I've been down I've been high and I've been low I've been square and I've been round I've been fast and I've slow I've been cool and I've been calm 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 Oh won't you please bring my baby home? Lord won't you please bring my baby home (repeat repeat repeat) |
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| 3:52 |
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In there, but for the grace of God, go I It's cunning I wonder what it means? I rock a jam for love I quit my band for love I smack the chrome tool right out your hand for love Make you cry like a dove, leave you standing alone In a world so cold, watch the drama unfold 'Cause you sold your soul, now you fearing your death Sniffin' crystal meth 'til their ain't nothin' left But, rock bottom hurts when you hit it You start to reflect on all the friends you shitted Your pride won't admit it, so you start to sink lower Your Caught in a flood, and you tryin' to find Noah If you hungry and you near me, yo, you gonna get fed If you sleepy and you need a place to lay yo' head 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 'til you the next man I get uptight for love You know I'll fight for love And 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 I play the game when nothin' gonna change? The only change that's wanted is loose in my jeans I get rushed on every corner by a bum or a fiend I'm tryin' to keep my diem, I try to give to the poor Tryin' to get through this life and get to that door I'm all up in this mix for these final ticks Going all the way to seven and it's half past six *Repeat I pray to God for love I make G hot for love And I just might blow your freakin' car for love I make you sing "Hey Love" like my man King Sun I freak the art of noise over all you toys Better bring you boys, summon all you crew No matter what you do, it's coming back on you Just like a planet orbits, let your spunge absorb it Logical conclusion is b-boy fusion And confusion say that he want control Of your mentality, your body and your soul So if you lose your hold, come and take my hand And link up this chain, 'cause money that's the plan I'm tryin' to get through this maze, not to win this race We either ridin' on a 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 *Repeat |
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