Everlast Lyrics - Funky Beat




Everlast Lyrics

Funky Beat

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
And I control it like rent in a slum tenement
Life's hard like some men in the concrete jungle
I don't smoke jumbos, so what you knockin' for?
There's locks on my door 
We rock from the floor to the ceilin'
Ain't no drug dealin'
Ain't no cat peelin'
You can't fight this feelin'

My style's golden, hot like molten rock
Niggers come bold but leave here holding jock
High roll patrol roll through the set on fifth
Armed solo, sippin' momo with a chick
Niggers takin' penitentiary chances at the dances
Lettin' off shots, lit off the lanterns
Mad 'cause a nigger can't test with no access to phatness like this

[Sadat X]
From one stone the cowboy was founded plus surrounded with Casual
and Whitey Ford the whole world and your girl
From the bay to L.A. to my blue N.Y.
I ain't tryin' to die, I'm tryin' to live well, to cool out
I pick up my daughter when the bell says the school out
Who the hell brought a tool to this peaceful event?
Now I can love you, front you, or leave to hunt you
To play it too close is to be hit with this dose

[Everlast] Yes, yes, y'all
[Sadat X] Freak, freak, ya'll
[Casual] So fresh, y'all
[Everlast] To the beat y'all
[Sadat X] Yes, yes, ya'll
[Casual] We don't stop, y'all
[Everlast] We keep it rockin' til the panties drop, y'all

I seen that rap is bein' ruined by you and whoever doin' 
That crap, they got me booin', in fact, I'm getting' to 'em
A electro poetical surge gave me the urge to consume the tomb and
The depths the adverbs
Can't depict the sick
You pitiful trick
I'm the pinnacle and the prodigal
Rhyme style's
Fuck the article
The art is hardest
To harvest the hard shit

[Sadat X]
I slave till all my work is done
I'm cash hit
Stack up my money for a Grammy shit
I like them all house parties rockin'
Plus I been getting' 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

Rock on 'til the break of dawn, just freakin', yeah, baby
Rock on 'til the break of dawn, just freakin', yeah, baby
'Cause this the funky beat, 'Cause this the funky beat,
'Cause this the funk, the funk, the funk funky beat
'Cause this the funky beat, 'Cause this the funky beat,
'Cause this the funk, the funk, the funk funky beat

[Sadat X]
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 ride the pony at

I be the man
With the large amounts of savoir faire
I'm about to cut loose my dog so you all best beware
If you can dance with flare then get out your chair
We be smarter than your average boo boo bear


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