Whitey Ford Sings The Blues [Edited Version]
Everlast lyrics
Everlast lyrics
"Get Down Lyrics"
Disco Fever Lyrics
Disco Fever Walking sideways like a crab Making music work real bad From your feet to the top of your heart Go crazy with the feeling You dont want to go to bed Disco fever! Disco fever! Disco fever! Disco fever! Disco fever! Disco fever! Watch your baby boogie down Dont you stop till you
Disco Fever Walking sideways like a crab Making music work real bad From your feet to the top of your heart Go crazy with the feeling You dont want to go to bed Disco fever! Disco fever! Disco fever! Disco fever! Disco fever! Disco fever! Watch your baby boogie down Dont you stop till you
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
Its time to pull your mind through, 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
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Down, down, you go
Down, down, so low
Down, down
Loud Clear Lyrics
[Xzibit] Yeah.. Addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price Sacrifice worth waitin on the platinum and ice I'm precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ to change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the same Clear the lane, comin through like Kobe, you can't hold me You can't stop me, ever since I dropped "P
, till you hit the floor [Xzibit] Yeah.. Addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price Sacrifice worth waitin on the platinum and ice I'm precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ to change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the same Clear the lane, comin through like Kobe, you can't hold me You can't stop me, ever since I dropped "P
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
Stains Of Time Lyrics
When the sunshine burns the darkness Remove the veil that lingers on Your face The stains of time still mark us Standing in the aftermath of grace Standing in the aftermath of grace Do you want to hear these stories of love and our mistakes? Will you show us all Your glory to soothe and to erase The st
the city of bricks When the sunshine burns the darkness Remove the veil that lingers on Your face The stains of time still mark us Standing in the aftermath of grace Standing in the aftermath of grace Do you want to hear these stories of love and our mistakes? Will you show us all Your glory to soothe and to erase The st
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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