Текст песни Everlast - Praise the Lord
Everlast - Praise the Lord слова песни
(It`s Whitey. . . and the Likwit) repeats several timesWatch me rock these sounds from the Polo GroundsTo the Sunset Strip, I`m like an acid tripI`m flashing back on ya, run it up on yaBorn in Hempstead L.I., raised in CaliforniaMister entrepeneur, I rock the shot that`s sureI need a dime plus more, I sip the finely corkedI want the cash in hand, and the beats front landAnd I get loco from Acapulco to JapanMister Whitey Ford gets terrain exploredYou perpetrate that Ford, you must be out your gourdIt`s time make like break nights kid, and praise the lordKeep the faith, smoke your eigthContinue stackin` papers all up in my safeCommence to motivate, assume an altered stateAnd kill your whole wack show like I`m Edgar Alan PoeIt`s the psychotic thriller, no peckerwood`s illerThan this freckled face man with the farmer`s tanIf I can`t bomb on you, I`m bombin` on your manChorus:Some get the shit, sugar, some get the stainsSome get the muscles, baby, some get the brainsSome get the powers, love, some get the papersSome catch the vibes and some catch the vaporsBetter . . . [Praise the Lord . . . Keep, keep the faith (4x)]I say roll to the rock, rock to the rollWhitey Ford brings the devastating mic controlLike Darrell McDaniel, a hundred g`s annualThe tips get clocked baby, the bonds get stockedMy style gets rocked just like doors get knockedWith legendary status like my name`s Lou BrockAnd my lanzar sounds be shaking the groundsHunting down crews, like packs of bloodhoundsSnatching off crowns and melting `em downI once was lost, see but now I`m foundAmazing grace, how sweet the soundAnd when the saints come marchin` in . . (Keep the faith)I messed the alpine white, classic rapper`s delightAll these shorties pullin` tools, cause they know they can`t fightI bang my selections on worldwide connectionsSo get the seven digits baby, never burn your bridgesChorus 2x