Everlast - Funky Beat (feat. Casual And Sadat X) Lyrics
CheckUh huhCheck check, y'allEverlast:Yo Whitey Ford's the nameThe Hunchback of Notre DameCouldn't get more bentWhen it's time to representI control it like rentIn a slum tenementLife's hard like some menIn the concrete jungleI don't smoke jumboSo whatcha knockin' forThere's locks on my doorWe rock from the floorTo the ceilin'Ain't no drug dealin'Ain't no gat peelin'You can't fight this feelin'Casual:Weeeell, My style's goldenHot like molten rockNiggers come boldBut leave here holdin' jockHigh roll patrolRoll through the set on fifthArm's soloSippin' momo with a chickNiggers take the penitentiaryChances at the dancesLettin' off shotsLit off the lanternsMad 'cause a nigga can't test with no accessTo phatness like thisSadat X:From one story the cowboy was foundedI'm surrounded by Casual and Whitey FordThe whole world and your girlFrom the Bay to LATo my blue end whileI ain't tryin' to dieI'm tryin' to liveWhile I cool outAnd pick up my daughterWhen the bell says the school outWho the hell brought toolsIn this peaceful eventNow I can love youFront youOr we could hunt youYou played too closeTake a hit of this doseA yes, yes, y'allSadat X: A freak, freak, yoCasual: So fresh y'allTo the beat y'allSadat X: A yes yes y'allCasual: We don't stop dogWe keep it rockin' till the panties drop, yoCasual:Uh huh, haI see the rappers bein' ruinedBy you and whoever's doin' thatCrap, they got me booin'In fact, I'm gettin' to 'emMay an electrical poetical surgeGive me the urgeTo, consume, the tombAnd submergeThe depths of adverbsKeep it sickAnalyticalYou pitiful trickI'm the pinnacle and the prodigalRhyme style'sHip nautical***** the articalThe artist is hardestTo harvest the hard shitSadat X:I slave till all my work is doneI'm cashin' inStack up my money for a grand setI like them all house parties rockin'Plus I'm up in your cozy***** turn your head and keep your eyesWhere they supposed to beSupposedly I was seen with something lean, huhBrown skinI keep it bouncin'I say loungin'On the side with red wineI know that shit on my floor ain't swineEverlast:Now back it upStack it upAnd hit me one more timeIt might be your phone callBut check it, it's my dimeAnd I know she's fineBut get off my lineOr I'll break that spineAnd then maybe your faceYou all up in my spaceLike with Puffy and MaseBut that's just not the case'Cause I'm settin' the paceWhile you followin' and swallowin'Savorin' the flavorIn your audio for nowQuick suckin' my styleI'll be the manWith the large amounts of savoir-faireCHORUS:Rock onTo the break of dawnJust freak itAh yeah babyRock onTo the break of dawnJust freak itAh yeah babyCHORUS II (2x)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 styleFlyin' high up in the airAnd you'll say to yourselfDamn I'm glad I was thereThis is as rare as me frickin' shareYou people stareBut behind closed doorsYou will take it thereCasual:Yeah I be the extraordinareJudge from BayfareTo Albee SquareTell me where the party atI'll be thereLet her hit the coney atShow her where to rock the pony atEverlast:I be the manWith the large amounts of sapphire fareI'm about to cut looseMy dog so you all best bewareYou can dance with flareAnd get out of your chairWe be smarter than your average boo boo bearCHORUSCHORUS II (4x
