Тексты песен «House Of Pain»

I walk through the valley of death 600 deep,waking up dead from the sleep Just like a diamond watch me shine,bright like the sun,make you want to pull a gun and buck 2 shots for the Peckerwood rockin' Put down your...

I walk through the valley of death, 600 deep Waking up dead from the sleep Just like a diamond Watch me shine Bright like the sun Make you wanna pull a gun And buck 2 shots For the peckerwood rockin' Put down your glock...

I walk through the valley of death, 600 deep Waking up dead from the sleep Just like a diamond Watch me shine Bright like the sun Make you wanna pull a gun And buck 2 shots For the peckerwood rockin' Put down your glock...

Remember when the shit hit the fan and the man wanted to know which way you ran? (Life goes on) [4x] Back it up, smack it up, pop your corn I got more style than Son Doobie's got horn Top o the morn, rise and shine...

Listen up, learn, you'll get your turn I'm sendin' this out to all it may concern The party master Everlast is here Before we begin I'm gonna make this clear I don't take no short cuts, Bilal adds dope cuts If girls...

[Chorus (x 2)] No doubt Hold tight Till the break of dawn Till the break of light Say yes, yes ya'll To the right beat Get up everybody's bout to leave their feet Get down everybody's bout to lose their seat I be...

I'm sick, demented I came unrepresented I rose from the grave I had a close shave The cops tried to lock me down 'Cause the Glock they found Was stolen That's how I'm rollin' Calvin Klein's No friend of mine So I don't...

I'm sick, demented, I came to represent it I rose from the grave, I had a close shave The cops tried to lock me down 'cause the glock they found was stolen That's how I'm rollin' Calvin Klein's no friend of mine So I...

Huh! Check it out! Everybody in the house, check it out! The House Of Pain is in full effect Call me the corn fed, peckerwood, redneck cracker White bread, shit kickin' Irish beat jacker Comin' with the style of a...

Ladies and Gentlemen [2x] Here's the new shit I'm on We can all get along But if ya step to me wrong I'm gonna bang ya like a gong And I don't need a gang to do it I creep solo Beat ya till ya dead Put out ya freakin...

Verse: Cockni o'dire Watch out, bust the style I be kickin' I play the gig role and bite your head off like a chicken I'm the lord of the rings like bilbo baggins Return of my dragon, pants be saggin' Science be...

You know I rock microphones like they got back bones And I'll roll on your show like some biscuit dough Yeah you steady bitin' styles off the next man's flow Think your Jackson, but your name ain't Bo I'm only hittin'...

Yea, check it out now Everybody check it out now Yo, I got the corn beef I got the moz I got the shotty Ay yo, I got the buck shot Ay yo, I got the burgers I got the grill If you're steppin' up next Ya better flex that...

Yea, check it out now Everybody check it out now Yo, I got the corn beef I got the moz I got the shotty Ay yo, I got the buck shot Ay yo, I got the burgers I got the grill If you're steppin' up next Ya better flex that...

I rip shit like a bow when I flow When I score points with the joints that I throw Cause I flow deadly I'm no punk see I break backs, make tracks and get funky There's now where to run to cause nobody cares MC's drop to...

I say, hey, baby doll You swing your shit like a wreckin' ball 5 foot 11 inches tall Dark brown eyes, caramel skin I ain't seen you all my life, sugar, where you been Tell me, who's your friend, 'cause this is my man So...

Runnin' Up on Ya Runnin up on ya The House of Pain...runnin' up on ya [2x] Give me some elbow room Spark the boom Then pass it I'll drop ya like acid Ya might get blasted If ya step to the crew with the Irish Pride Ya...

Yo, the time has come for everyone to clean up their own backyard Before they go knocking on their neighbour's door The House of Pain is cleaning up, sweeping up, clocking up Check it. Check yourself before you check...

Uh shoot 'em all baby Just call it in one time for me real heavy Back in black Who's the mack Sittin' on the back Of a Cadillac It's the D motherfucker Better pass me the mic So I can rock on And drop the styles I write...

I'll get your dome piece open just like a New York deli I'm mad cool like Garth Manzarelli You've seen 'em on the tele with Ralph "The Mouth" I rock the east, west, north, and the south Without a doubt I've been know to...