EVERLAST - Praise The Lord lyrics

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You know it's whitey<br>And the likwits<br>I say it's whitey<br>And the likwits<br>You know it's whitey<br>And the likwits<br><br>Watch me rock these sounds<br>From the polo grounds<br>To the sunset strip<br>Like an acid trip<br>I'll flash it back on ya<br>Run it up on ya<br>I was born in hempstead live<br>Raised in california<br>Mr. entreprenuer<br>I rock the shot that's sure<br>I need a dime plus more<br>I sip the fine liquor<br>I want the cash in hand<br>Snd the beach front land<br>And I get loco<br>From acolpoco to japan<br>Mr. whitey ford gets terrain explored<br>You perpetrate that ford<br>You must be out of your gourd<br>It's time to make like greg nice, kid<br>And praise the lord<br>Keep the faith<br>Smoke an eighth<br>Until you stack the papers all up in my safe<br>Commence the motivate<br>Consume an altered state<br>I'm killin' your whole wack show<br>Like I'm edgar allan poe<br>With the psychotic thriller<br>No peckerwood iller<br>Than this freckled-face man<br>With the farmer's tan<br>If I can't bomb on you<br>I'm bombin' on your man<br><br>Chorus<br>Some get the shit, sugar, some get the stains<br>Some get the muscles, baby, some get the brains<br>Some get the powers, love, some get the papers<br>Some catch the vibes and some catch the vapors<br>Better...<br>Praise the lord keep keep the faith (x4)<br><br>I say roll to the rock<br>Rock to the roll<br>Whitey ford brings the devastatin' mic control<br>Like derryl mcdaniel<br>A hundred g's venue<br>The tip's get clocked, baby<br>The bond's get stocked<br>My style gets rocked<br>Just like doors get knocked<br>With legendary status<br>Like my name's lou brock<br>And my lazairre sounds<br>Be shakin' the grounds<br>Huntin' down crews<br>Like packs of bloodhounds<br>Snatchin' off crowns<br>And meltin' 'em down<br>I once was lost, see<br>But now I'm found<br>Amazing grace<br>How sweet the sound<br>And when the saints come marchin' in (keep the faith)<br>I'm messin' alpine white<br>Classic rapper's delight<br>All these shorties pullin' tools<br>'cause they know they can't fight<br>I bank my selections on worldwide connections<br>So get the seven digits, baby<br>Never burn your britches<br><br>Chorus (x2)<br>Some get the shit, sugar, some get the stains<br>Some get the muscles, baby, some get the brains<br>Some get the powers, love, some get the papers<br>Some catch the vibes and some catch the vapors<br>Better...<br>Praise the lord keep keep the faith (x6)