Get Down Lyrics - Whitey Ford Sings The Blues - Everlast

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 foreign 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 I've Turner 

You too old for schoolin', boy, when I'm gonna learn ya 

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