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John Travolta % Olivia Newton-John - Praise the Lord lyrics
(It's Whitey. . . and the Likwit) repeats several times
 Watch me rock these sounds from the Polo Grounds
 To the Sunset Strip, I'm like an acid trip
 I'm flashing back on ya, run it up on ya
 Born in Hempstead L.I., raised in California
 Mister entrepeneur, I rock the shot that's sure
 I need a dime plus more, I sip the finely corked
 I want the cash in hand, and the beats front land
 And I get loco from Acapulco to Japan
 Mister Whitey Ford gets terrain explored
 You perpetrate that Ford, you must be out your gourd
 It's time make like break nights kid, and praise the lord
 Keep the faith, smoke your eigth
 Continue stackin' papers all up in my safe
 Commence to motivate, assume an altered state
 And kill your whole wack show like I'm Edgar Alan Poe
 It's the psychotic thriller, no peckerwood's iller
 Than this freckled face man with the farmer's tan
 If I can't bomb on you, I'm bombin' on your man
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 Some get the shit, sugar, some get the stains
 Some get the muscles, baby, some get the brainsJohn Travolta % Olivia Newton-John - Praise the Lord - http://motolyrics.com/john-travolta-olivia-newton-john/praise-the-lord-lyrics.html
 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 (4x)]
 I say roll to the rock, rock to the roll
 Whitey Ford brings the devastating mic control
 Like Darrell McDaniel, a hundred g's annual
 The tips get clocked baby, the bonds get stocked
 My style gets rocked just like doors get knocked
 With legendary status like my name's Lou Brock
 And my lanzar sounds be shaking the grounds
 Hunting down crews, like packs of bloodhounds
 Snatching off crowns and melting '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 messed the alpine white, classic rapper's delight
 All these shorties pullin' tools, cause they know they can't fight
 I bang my selections on worldwide connections
 So get the seven digits baby, never burn your bridges
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