Текст песни Everlast - Get Down

Whitey Ford Sings The Blues
Жанр: Blues Rock / East Coast Rap
Исполнитель: Everlast
Альбом: Whitey Ford Sings The Blues
Длительность: 03:59
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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 CHORUS 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 (???), 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
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