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(It's Whitey. . . and the Likwit) repeats several timesWatch me rock these sounds from the Polo GroundsTo the Sunset Strip, I'm like an acid tripI'm flashing back on ya, run it up on yaBorn in Hempstead L.I., raised in CaliforniaMister entrepeneur, I rock the shot that's sureI need a dime plus more, I sip the finely corkedI want the cash in hand, and the beats front landAnd I get loco from Acapulco to JapanMister Whitey Ford gets terrain exploredYou perpetrate that Ford, you must be out your gourdIt's time make like break nights kid, and praise the lordKeep the faith, smoke your eigthContinue stackin' papers all up in my safeCommence to motivate, assume an altered stateAnd kill your whole wack show like I'm Edgar Alan PoeIt's the psychotic thriller, no peckerwood's illerThan this freckled face man with the farmer's tanIf I can't bomb on you, I'm bombin' on your manChorus:Some get the shit, sugar, some get the stainsSome get the muscles, baby, some get the brains

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