Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: House Of PainНазвание : Guess Who`s BackДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop rap old school hip hop alternative Видео:
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I got the skills to pay the bills I don`t pop pills but I send chills Up your spine when I rhyme I get wicked, you got a booger, pick it Sippin` on the fourty, ya know it makes me horny Spread them legs, grab my axe Fire up the grill and crack the kegs Nobody fear, the party`s here Everlast is comin`, the funky drummer`s drummin` Ya only came backstage to make the front page To get me locked up, or get yourself knocked up But I ain`t with it, even if I did it I got a hundred homeboys to say I didn`t hit it My name`s Everlast, I got the funky rhymes I make more papers than the LA Times I don`t do lines, but I puff blunts I don`t rock fronts, but I stuff stunts Fill `em to the brim like a cup of coffee If ya don`t know me, homey, back up off me Cause I ain`t soft, see, I`ll fly ahead You wind up dead, you made your bed Now ya gotta lie in it, don`t bother tryin` it Take my advice, homeboy, think twice Before you step up, step back Or catch a smack, guess who`s back Chorus (He`s back) Guess who`s back (Everybody`s in the street) (4x) (He`s back) (Everybody`s in the street) (3x) (He`s back) (2x) He`s back from the dead, with the shaved head Don`t start to trip, dip, I brought my lead Just in case you wanna fuck around I`ll stare ya dead in the face, and then I`ll buck ya down I`ll put ya six feet deep, some say talk`s cheap But I make big bucks servin` up punk ducks By the pound, I got the sound I never been checked, I only get wrecked I kick the willy drag, let my pants sag Don`t give up the booty, cause I ain`t no fag Checkin` out checkit, I`m prone to wreck shit If ya dig this joint, check the next shit I`m Everlast and it`s a natural fact That the white man is back Chorus I`ll eat you up like some butter cups from Reese`s I come in peace, but you`ll leave in pieces That`s how I`m livin`, that`s how it goes Everyday I`m sleepin`, every night I`m doin` shows Always gettin` hoes when there`s hoes to get got Always wear my hat so I never need a shot Always drink a beer before I write a rhyme And if I have to drive I avoid the one time Stay between the lines and I won`t get pulled over I don`t need luck cause I got a four leaf clover Yea I`m Irish, word to the motherland But on the otherhand I love America, apple pie, mom and all that My pockets stay phat, step the fuck back Play me close and you catch a mean dose Of my fist, homeboy you get dissed Chorus | Похожие исполнители:
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