Lyrics Depot is your source of lyrics to Funky Beat by Everlast. Please check back for more Everlast lyrics.

Funky Beat Lyrics

Artist: Everlast
Album: Whitey Ford Sings The Blues

Everlast:
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:
Weeeell, 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' molo 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
Everlast: A yes, yes, y'all
Sadat X: A freak, freak, yo
Casual: So fresh y'all
Everlast: A to the beat y'all
Sadat X: A yes, yes, y'all
Casual: We don't stop, dog
Everlast: 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 a electrical, poetical surge give me the urge
To, consume, the tomb and submerge
The depths of adverbs, (???)
Analytical, you pitiful trick
I'm the pinnacle and the prodigal, rhyme style's
Hip nautical, fuck the article, 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 (???)
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
Everlast:
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 40 open now, quick suckin' my style
Everlast: 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
Sadat X: CHORUS II (X2)
'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
Everlast:
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
Everlast: 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
Sadat X: CHORUS II (X4)
'Cause it's the funky beat
'Cause it's the funky beat
'Cause it's the funk, the funk, the funk, funky beat (beat)

Comments/Interpretations

no comments yet