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 what you knocking for
There's locks on my door we rock from the floor
To the ceiling ain't no drug dealing
Ain't no gat peeling, you can't fight this feeling

Well, My style's golden, hot like molten rock
Niggers come bold but leave here holding jock
High roll patrol, roll through the set on fifth
Arm's solo, sipping ?molo with a chick
Niggers take the penitentiary chances at the dances
Letting off shots, lit off the lanterns
Mad cause a nigga can't test with no access
To 'phatness' like this

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 trying to die, I'm trying 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

A yes, yes, y'all
A freak, freak, yo
So fresh y'all

A to the beat y'all
A yes, yes, y'all
We don't stop, dog
Everlast: We keep it rocking till the panties drop, yo

Uh-huh, ha, I see the rappers being ruined by you and whoever is doing 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

I slave till all my work is done
I'm cashing in, stack up my money for a grand set
I like them all house parties rocking, 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 bouncing
I say lounging, on the side with red wine
I know that shit on my floor ain't swine

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 setting the pace
While you following and swallowing, savoring the flavor
In your 40 open now, quick suckin' my style

[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

[Repeat: 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)

I'll leave a piece of my style flying high up in the air
And you'll say to yourself, 'damn I'm glad I was there'
This is as rare as me fricking share
You people stare
But behind closed doors you will take it there

Yeah, I be the extraordinary
Judge from Bay fare 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

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

[Chorus]

[Repeat: 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)

Writer : SCHRODY, ERIK / BUNCH, SEKOU T / DIAZ, AL / JOHNSON, MALIK / PICCARELLO, STEVEN / MURPHY, DEREK / ROSS, DANTE / OWENS, JONATHAN
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC