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Whitey Ford Sings The Blues by Everlast
An album by Everlast. Whitey Ford Sings The Blues was released in 1998.
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From Everlast's album: Whitey Ford Sings The Blues

CHORUS:
Ends
Some people will rob their mother for the ends
Rats snitch on one another for the ends
Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends
So before we go any further I want my ends

I knew this cat named Darrel who didn,t have a dollar
He was Harvard material, Ivy League scholar
Had a Ph.D., had an M.B.A.
But now he,s waiting tables ,cause there,s rent to pay
Companyies downsizing, inflation,s rising
Can,t find a job, he,s feeling kinda stressed
Doesn,t even feel the effects when he,s ,sessed
Forgot to count how many times he been blessed
So he falls off track, starts smokin, the crack
And once it hits his brain it starts to chain react
Sells the shirt off his back, shoes off his feet
He,s losing all his teeth now he,s out in the street
And all of a sudden he,s like Jesse James
Trying to stick up kids holding watches and chains
But he,s from business school and he,s nervous with a tool
So he ends up on his back in a bloody pool
For the

CHORUS

I knew this chick named Sally she had a nice strut
And everywhere that I went she was up in the cut
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Swingin that butt like place ya ad here
Only rappin, mens that rock the fly gear
Brand name wearin,, champagne wavin,
Jewels around her neck, a lotta style she,s cravin,
Ain,t no savin, she,s doin, all spendin,
If you do the lendin, she,ll do the bendin,
Straight machine vendin, it,s money for take
Shopping sprees get her on her knees
And if you hit her with the keys to your crib you actin, funny
Come home one day, find her countin, out your money
From the Wetlands all the way to the Apollo
If you,re broke she,s spittin,, if you,re rich she might swallow
For the

CHORUS

I knew these two home boys that made a lot of noise
Makin, money on the block and kids was on they jock
They was tougher than leather like Reverend Run
DMC, they was totin, guns
Holdin, weight, going outta state
Stacking mad chips and pushin, phat whips
Fly jewels and clothes and got no job
And then one disappeared and one got robbed
For the

CHORUS (2x)
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