Whitey Ford Sings The Blues (explicit)

Get down, get down, get down
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 the twilight be
And every time i touch a mic
It's fright night part three
For every mc that wanna test and try
In your custom made wears
Thinkin' you too fly
Makin' 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 heaven's door
While every rapper that you simmed
Is pimped like a whore
You see your 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 say 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 moon's on the rise
When the sun start droppin'
And y'all need to quit the bullshit you poppin'
'cause i've been hip hoppin' since bdp
Rock the p it's free
It's abdul rakim
And when referring to me
You best 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' the 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 gachino
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 business that don't concern ya
Might have to trip
And flip like ike turner
You too old for schoolin', boy, when i'm gonna learn ya

Chorus

We've all seen a man at the liquor store beggin' for your change
The hair on his face is dirty, dread-locked, and full of mange
He asks a man for what he could spare, with shame in his eyes
"get a job you ****ing slob," is all he replies
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes
'cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues

Then you really might know what it's like...
Then you really might know what it's like...
Then you really might know what it's like...
Then you really might know what it's like...

Mary got pregnant from a kid named tom that said he was in love
He said, "don't worry about a thing, baby doll
I'm the man you've been dreaming of."
But 3 months later he say he won't date her or return her calls
And she swear, "god damn, if i find that man i'm cuttin' off his balls."
And then she heads for the clinic and
She gets some static walking through the door
They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner
And they call her a whore
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes
'cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose

Chorus

I've seen a rich man beg
I've seen a good man sin
I've seen a tough man cry
I've seen a loser win
And a sad man grin
I heard an honest man lie
I've seen the good side of bad
And the downside of up
And everything between
I licked the silver spoon
Drank from the golden cup
And smoked the finest green
I stroked the fattest dimes at least a couple of times
Before i broke their heart
You know where it ends, yo, it usually depends on where you start

I knew this kid named max
He used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs
He liked to hang out late
He liked to get shit-faced and keep the pace with thugs
Until late one night there was a big gun fight and max lost his head
He pulled out his chrome .45, talked some shit, and wound up dead
Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of this pain
You know it crumbles that way
At least that's what they say when you play the game
God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news
'cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose

Then you really might know what it's like...
Then you really might know what it's like...
Then you really might know what it's like...to have to lose

Make you go
Soul for soul
Over mic control
Kid you can't touch me with a ten foot pole
And i even made the devil sell me his jewels
He was out to cold mock me
And play you for fools
Kid, you know the rules
Must be smokin' super cools
Try to diss me on the low
Got to be a psycho
That's aight though
You know you won't see me shakin'
I'm out to blow the spot
On who's real and who's fakin'
Who's givin'
Who's takin'
Who's livin'
Who's starvin'
Diss me on the mic
It's time for headstone carvin'
And every tap writin'll strike ya like lightin'
Dissolve ya like powder
So turn it up louder
Go on pump the wattage
Get the cheese by cottage
I like mean streaks
I like spanish freaks
I like korean barbecue
I'm like old school beats
'cause...

Chorus
I'm sick of all the shit that's droppin'
And i'm tired of all the lip that's poppin'
And all the wack attitudes people coppin'
I'm only tryin' to get a few heads boppin' (x2)

It go bang bang boogie
I'm sick like a loogie
I'm wiser than bud
I'm thicker than blood
I'm older than time
Molded from divine
How can you be so bold to think that you'll take mine
I'm cash like johnny
It's the highway man
And i'm walkin' this line the best way i can
With my farmer's tan
And my bloodshot eyes
I ain't bodied no one
I ain't chopped no pies
With the butters from the gutters
I'm about to explode
And blow the spot for folk nave
Up the gun hill road
Like artillery shells
Been from heaven to hell
And i'm a say a little prayer for every rapper that fell
'cause...

Chorus
I'm sick of all the shit that's droppin'
And i'm tired of all the lip that's poppin'
And all the wack attitudes people coppin'
I'm only tryin' to get a few heads boppin' (x2)

Check
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
I control it like rent
In a slum tenement
Life's hard like some men
In the concrete jungle
I don't smoke jumbo
So whatcha knockin' for
There's locks on my door
We rock from the floor
To the ceilin'
Ain't no drug dealin'
Ain't no gat peelin'
You can't fight this feelin'

Casual:
Well, my style's golden
Hot like molten rock
Niggers come bold
But leave here holdin' jock
High roll patrol
Roll through the set on fifth
Arm's solo
Sippin' momo with a chick
Niggers take the penitentiary
Chances at the dances
Lettin' off shots
Lit off the lanterns
Mad 'cause a nigga can't test with no access
To phatness like this

Sadat x:
From one story the cowboy was founded
I'm surrounded by casual and whitey ford
The whole world and your girl
From the bay to la
To my blue end while
I ain't tryin' to die
I'm tryin' to live
While i cool out
And pick up my daughter
When the bell says the school out
Who the hell brought tools
In this peaceful event
Now i can love you
Front you
Or we could hunt you
You played too close
Take a hit of this dose

A yes, yes, y'all
Sadat x: a freak, freak, yo
Casual: so fresh y'all
To the beat y'all
Sadat x: a yes yes y'all
Casual: we don't stop dog
We keep it rockin' till the panties drop, yo

Casual:
Uh huh, ha
I see the rappers bein' ruined
By you and whoever's doin' that
Crap, they got me booin'
In fact, i'm gettin' to 'em
May an electrical poetical surge
Give me the urge
To, consume, the tomb
And submerge
The depths of adverbs
Keep it sick
Analytical
You pitiful trick
I'm the pinnacle and the prodigal
Rhyme style's
Hip nautical
Fuck the artical
The artist is hardest
To harvest the hard shit

Sadat x:
I slave till all my work is done
I'm cashin' in
Stack up my money for a grand set
I like them all house parties rockin'
Plus i'm up in your 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
I'll be the man
With the large amounts of savoir-faire

Chorus
Rock on
To the break of dawn
Just freak it
Ah yeah baby
Rock on
To the break of dawn
Just freak it
Ah yeah baby

Chorus ii (x2)
Sadat x:
'cause it's the funky beat
'cause it's the funky beat
'cause it's the funk, the funk, the funk, funky beat (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

Casual:
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 rock the pony at

I be the man
With the large amounts of sapphire fare
I'm about to cut loose
My dog so you all best beware
You can dance with flare
And get out of your chair
We be smarter than your average boo boo bear

Chorus
Rock on
To the break of dawn
Just freak it
Ah yeah baby
Rock on
To the break of dawn
Just freak it
Ah yeah baby

Chorys ii (x4)
Sadat x:
'cause it's the funky beat
'cause it's the funky beat
'cause it's the funk, the funk, the funk, funky beat (beat)

Note: words in italics are sung by sadat x.

Dollar, dollar bills.
Deutch, marks, franks, yens, and pounds.
I rock the jocked up sounds from devenshire downs.
Out the fordham road, up top in the boogie.
I be loyal to my peeps, like buddha stud-doogie.
Never very bad news, payin' crazy dues.
I'm billowin' out crews and tamin' mad shrews.
Like bill shakespeare, the fakes will disappear.
The flavor in your ear is strong like everclear.
200 proofs so put the match to the roof
And set this b***h on fire.
Get rich, the empire's about to strike back.
If you rock the mic wack.
And that's the way it is, cuz yo, it's like that.

Money money y'all
It be the root of all evil.
Money money y'all
It makes you popular with people.

I go back to the 80's
Like 3 times a lady,
When it was ***** for free and crack for currency.
It just occured to me, it's time for surgery.
I remove mc's like tumors. the lies and the rumors.
Got me thinkin of this dub, by timex social club.
Yo, word to my mama.
I'm high off the trauma.
Whitey ford gets deeper than the subway trains.
And i serve lazy fools like fast food chains.
All pain no gain, makes the brain insane.
Life in the fast lane.
The flakes, the cash gains, for real.

Dollar bill y'all. dollar bill y'all.
Dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all.

It takes money...
To get that fly a** ho.
It takes money...
To see me rock a live show.
It takes money...
To get that last bag of smokes,
Cuz the county took it from you when that a** was broke.
Hey yo, i'm about to g-off, just like my name was eddo.
Black kids call me whitey... spanish kids wetto.
White kids call me king of this b-boy thing.
If it's broke, then fix it. if it's wack, you mix it.
Can't none of you mc's ever **** with these.
You be crazy on my ****, like some p**no chick.
For the style that i'm blessin, ain't no second guessin.
Kid, heed the lesson. subtraction, addition.
Reward for submission.
Ain't no debate.
I won't stop till i'm eatin off a platinum plate.
I want the stocks and bonds, plus the real estate.
I want the iron gates, and low interest rates.
Plus a fly little spot to bring all my dates.
A little stash of the cash put aside in a safe.
For when times get lean,
Y'all know what i mean.

Money money y'all
Some be callin' it cream.
Money money y'all
Some be callin' it fame.
Money money y'all
But once i get it, i'm j.

I want cash and checks, i want diamond rings.
I want jewels on my neck and mad fly things.
I want a stack of fat chips, so i can go on long trips.
I want to sail the bahamas on my own cruise ships.
I want acres of land. i want papers in hand.
I want stocks and bonds. all pros no cons.
Hey, if it smells funny, then back it up honey.
I want money y'all. i need the money y'all.

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You know it's whitey
And the likwits
I say it's whitey
And the likwits
You know it's whitey
And the likwits

Watch me rock these sounds
From the polo grounds
To the sunset strip
Like an acid trip
I'll flash it back on ya
Run it up on ya
I was born in hempstead live
Raised in california
Mr. entreprenuer
I rock the shot that's sure
I need a dime plus more
I sip the fine liquor
I want the cash in hand
Snd the beach front land
And i get loco
From acolpoco to japan
Mr. whitey ford gets terrain explored
You perpetrate that ford
You must be out of your gourd
It's time to make like greg nice, kid
And praise the lord
Keep the faith
Smoke an eighth
Until you stack the papers all up in my safe
Commence the motivate
Consume an altered state
I'm killin' your whole wack show
Like i'm edgar allan poe
With the psychotic thriller
No peckerwood 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 (x4)

I say roll to the rock
Rock to the roll
Whitey ford brings the devastatin' mic control
Like derryl mcdaniel
A hundred g's venue
The tip's get clocked, baby
The bond's get stocked
My style gets rocked
Just like doors get knocked
With legendary status
Like my name's lou brock
And my lazairre sounds
Be shakin' the grounds
Huntin' down crews
Like packs of bloodhounds
Snatchin' off crowns
And meltin' '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'm messin' alpine white
Classic rapper's delight
All these shorties pullin' tools
'cause they know they can't fight
I bank my selections on worldwide connections
So get the seven digits, baby
Never burn your britches

Chorus (x2)
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 (x6)

Aha
'and there, but for the grace of god, go i'
It's kinda neat
I wonder what it means

I rock a jam for love
I quit my band for love
I'll smack the chrome tool right out your hand for love
Make you cry like a dove
Leave you standin' alone
In a world so cold
Watch the drama unfold
'cause you sell your soul
Now you're fearin' your death
Sniffin' crystal meth 'till there ain't none left
But, rock bottom hurts when you hit it
You start to reflect on all the friends you shitted
You probably won't admit it
So you start to sink lower
You're caught in the flood
And you're tryin' to find noah
If you hungry and your near me yo, you gonna get fed
If you sleepy and you need a place to lay your head
Then come take my bed
I'll sleep on the floor
'cause these are the times that friends are for

Chorus (x2)
I see everybody out here doin' for self
And they don't give a damn on the next man
Puttin' status and wealth over god and health
I can't wait 'till you the next man

I get uptight for love
You know i'll fight for love
I might keep my wifey up all night for love
And when the daylight comes
I be seein' mad bums
With no shoes on their feet
Plus nothin' to eat
I can't save the whole street
So i feel like i'm beat
And why play the game when nothin' goin' to change
The only change that's wanted is loose in my jeans
I get rushed on every corner by a bum or a fiend
Tryin' to keep my dean
I try to give to the poor
Tryin' to get through this life
And get through that door
I'm all up in this mix
For these final tics
Goin' all the way to seven
And it's half past six

Chorus (x2)

I pray to god for love
I'll make jihad for love
And i just might pull your freakin' card for love
Make you sing 'hey love' like my man king son
I freak the art noise
Over all you toys
Better bring your boys
Summon all your crew
No matter what you do
It's comin' back on you
Just like a planet orbits
Let your sponge absorb it
It's logical conclusion
It's b-boy fusion
And confusion say that he want control
Of your mentality
Your body and your soul
So if you lose your whole
Come and take my hand
And link up this jam
'cause money that's the plan
Tryin' to get through this maze
Not to win this race
We either ridin' on our horse
Or walkin' on our face
So come take your place on the side of love
And swallow up your ego and your pride for love

Chorus (x2)

Can't wait 'till you the next man
Can't wait 'till you the next man...