Praise The Lord Lyrics - Whitey Ford Sings The Blues - Everlast

(It's Whitey. . . and the Likwit) repeats several times 

Watch me rock these sounds from the Polo Grounds 

To the Sunset Strip, I'm like an acid trip 

I'm flashing back on ya, run it up on ya 

Born in Hempstead L.I., raised in California 

Mister entrepreneur, I rock the shot that's sure 

I need a dime plus more, I sip the finely corked 

I want the cash in hand, and the beats front land 

And I get loco from Acapulco to Japan 

Mister Whitey Ford gets terrain explored 

You perpetrate that Ford, you must be out your gourd 

It's time make like break nights kid, and praise the lord 

Keep the faith, smoke your eighth 

Continue stackin' papers all up in my safe 

Commence to motivate, assume an altered state 

And kill your whole wack show like I'm Edgar Alan Poe 

It's the psychotic thriller, no peckerwood's iller 

Than this freckled face man with the farmer's tan 

If I can't bomb on you, I'm bombin' on your man 

Chorus: 

Some get the shit, sugar, some get the stains 

Some get the muscles, baby, some get the brains 

Some get the powers, love, some get the papers 

Some catch the vibes and some catch the vapors 

Better . . . [Praise the Lord . . . Keep, keep the faith (4x)] 

I say roll to the rock, rock to the roll 

Whitey Ford brings the devastating mic control 

Like Darrell McDaniel, a hundred g's annual 

The tips get clocked baby, the bonds get stocked 

My style gets rocked just like doors get knocked 

With legendary status like my name's Lou Brock 

And my lanzar sounds be shaking the grounds 

Hunting down crews, like packs of bloodhounds 

Snatching off crowns and melting 'em down 

I once was lost, see but now I'm found 

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound 

And when the saints come marchin' in . . 

(Keep the faith) 

I messed the alpine white, classic rapper's delight 

All these shorties pullin' tools, cause they know they can't fight 

I bang my selections on worldwide connections 

So get the seven digits baby, never burn your bridges