| Song | Funky Beat |
| Artist | Everlast |
| Album | Whitey Ford Sings the Blues |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bunch, Diaz, Johnson, Murphy ... | |
| Check, uh, uh | |
| 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' | |
| 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 | |
| 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 L.A. | |
| 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 | |
| A freak, freak, yo | |
| So fresh y'all | |
| To the beat y'all | |
| A yes, yes, y'all | |
| We don't stop dog | |
| We keep it rockin' till the panties drop, yo | |
| Uh, uh, ha, | |
| I see the rappers bein' ruined | |
| By you and whoever is 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 | |
| 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, uh | |
| 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 | |
| MaseBut 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, to the break of dawn | |
| Just freak it, ah yeah, baby | |
| Rock on, to the break of dawn | |
| Just freak it, ah yeah, baby' | |
| Cause it's the funky beat' | |
| Cause it's the funky beat' | |
| Cause it's the funk, the funk | |
| The funk, funky beat' | |
| Cause it's the funky beat' | |
| Cause it's the funky beat' | |
| Cause it's the funk, the funk | |
| The funk, funky beat | |
| 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 extraordinary judge from | |
| Bay fareTo | |
| Albee Square, tell me where the party at? | |
| I'll be there let her hit the convey 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 | |
| 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' | |
| Cause it's the funky beat' | |
| Cause it's the funky beat' | |
| Cause it's the funk, the funk | |
| The funk, funky beat' | |
| Cause it's the funky beat' | |
| Cause it's the funky beat' | |
| Cause it's the funk, the funk | |
| The funk, funky beat' | |
| Cause it's the funky beat' | |
| Cause it's the funky beat' | |
| Cause it's the funk, the funk | |
| The funk, funky beat' | |
| Cause it's the funky beat' | |
| Cause it's the funky beat' | |
| Cause it's the funk, the funk | |
| The funk, funky beat |
| zuo ci : Bunch, Diaz, Johnson, Murphy ... | |
| Check, uh, uh | |
| 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' | |
| 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 | |
| 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 L. A. | |
| 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 | |
| A freak, freak, yo | |
| So fresh y' all | |
| To the beat y' all | |
| A yes, yes, y' all | |
| We don' t stop dog | |
| We keep it rockin' till the panties drop, yo | |
| Uh, uh, ha, | |
| I see the rappers bein' ruined | |
| By you and whoever is 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 | |
| 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, uh | |
| 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 | |
| MaseBut 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, to the break of dawn | |
| Just freak it, ah yeah, baby | |
| Rock on, to the break of dawn | |
| Just freak it, ah yeah, baby' | |
| Cause it' s the funky beat' | |
| Cause it' s the funky beat' | |
| Cause it' s the funk, the funk | |
| The funk, funky beat' | |
| Cause it' s the funky beat' | |
| Cause it' s the funky beat' | |
| Cause it' s the funk, the funk | |
| The funk, funky beat | |
| 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 extraordinary judge from | |
| Bay fareTo | |
| Albee Square, tell me where the party at? | |
| I' ll be there let her hit the convey 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 | |
| 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' | |
| Cause it' s the funky beat' | |
| Cause it' s the funky beat' | |
| Cause it' s the funk, the funk | |
| The funk, funky beat' | |
| Cause it' s the funky beat' | |
| Cause it' s the funky beat' | |
| Cause it' s the funk, the funk | |
| The funk, funky beat' | |
| Cause it' s the funky beat' | |
| Cause it' s the funky beat' | |
| Cause it' s the funk, the funk | |
| The funk, funky beat' | |
| Cause it' s the funky beat' | |
| Cause it' s the funky beat' | |
| Cause it' s the funk, the funk | |
| The funk, funky beat |
| zuò cí : Bunch, Diaz, Johnson, Murphy ... | |
| Check, uh, uh | |
| 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' | |
| 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 | |
| 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 L. A. | |
| 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 | |
| A freak, freak, yo | |
| So fresh y' all | |
| To the beat y' all | |
| A yes, yes, y' all | |
| We don' t stop dog | |
| We keep it rockin' till the panties drop, yo | |
| Uh, uh, ha, | |
| I see the rappers bein' ruined | |
| By you and whoever is 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 | |
| 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, uh | |
| 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 | |
| MaseBut 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, to the break of dawn | |
| Just freak it, ah yeah, baby | |
| Rock on, to the break of dawn | |
| Just freak it, ah yeah, baby' | |
| Cause it' s the funky beat' | |
| Cause it' s the funky beat' | |
| Cause it' s the funk, the funk | |
| The funk, funky beat' | |
| Cause it' s the funky beat' | |
| Cause it' s the funky beat' | |
| Cause it' s the funk, the funk | |
| The funk, funky beat | |
| 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 extraordinary judge from | |
| Bay fareTo | |
| Albee Square, tell me where the party at? | |
| I' ll be there let her hit the convey 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 | |
| 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' | |
| Cause it' s the funky beat' | |
| Cause it' s the funky beat' | |
| Cause it' s the funk, the funk | |
| The funk, funky beat' | |
| Cause it' s the funky beat' | |
| Cause it' s the funky beat' | |
| Cause it' s the funk, the funk | |
| The funk, funky beat' | |
| Cause it' s the funky beat' | |
| Cause it' s the funky beat' | |
| Cause it' s the funk, the funk | |
| The funk, funky beat' | |
| Cause it' s the funky beat' | |
| Cause it' s the funky beat' | |
| Cause it' s the funk, the funk | |
| The funk, funky beat |