Praise The Lord lyrics

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You know it's whiteyAnd the likwitsI say it's whiteyAnd the likwitsYou know it's whiteyAnd the likwitsWatch me rock these soundsFrom the polo groundsTo the sunset stripLike an acid tripI'll flash it back on yaRun it up on yaI was born in hempstead liveRaised in californiaMr. entreprenuerI rock the shot that's sureI need a dime plus moreI sip the fine liquorI want the cash in handSnd the beach front landAnd I get locoFrom acolpoco to japanMr. whitey ford gets terrain exploredYou perpetrate that fordYou must be out of your gourdIt's time to make like greg nice, kidAnd praise the lordKeep the faithSmoke an eighthUntil you stack the papers all up in my safeCommence the motivateConsume an altered stateI'm killin' your whole wack showLike I'm edgar allan poeWith the psychotic thrillerNo peckerwood illerThan this freckled-face manWith the farmer's tanIf I can't bomb on youI'm bombin' on your manChorusSome get the shit, sugar, some get the stainsSome get the muscles, baby, some get the brainsSome get the powers, love, some get the papersSome
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catch the vibes and some catch the vaporsBetter...Praise the lord keep keep the faith (x4)I say roll to the rockRock to the rollWhitey ford brings the devastatin' mic controlLike derryl mcdanielA hundred g's venueThe tip's get clocked, babyThe bond's get stockedMy style gets rockedJust like doors get knockedWith legendary statusLike my name's lou brockAnd my lazairre soundsBe shakin' the groundsHuntin' down crewsLike packs of bloodhoundsSnatchin' off crownsAnd meltin' 'em downI once was lost, seeBut now I'm foundAmazing graceHow sweet the soundAnd when the saints come marchin' in (keep the faith)I'm messin' alpine whiteClassic rapper's delightAll these shorties pullin' tools'cause they know they can't fightI bank my selections on worldwide connectionsSo get the seven digits, babyNever burn your britchesChorus (x2)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 (x6)

Writer(s): Erik Schrody
Copyright: Irish Intellect Music, Wb Music Corp.
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