Текст песни House Of Pain - House of Pain Anthem
House Of Pain - House of Pain Anthem слова песни
I`m a wood peckin` peckerwoodTake me out, ya never couldAct up in my neighbourhoodYou better not, my aim is goodThe House Of Pain is not a gangJust a funky Irish nameA Celtic savage makin` cabbageWith corn beef on the sideIrish pride is what I gotI got alot so don`t dispute itConstantly I`m zootedIf ya got a gun then shoot itPick any beat I rock itI`m always in the pocketYou try to ill, I grab my gatAnd now you see me cock itNext I pull the triggerI don`t care if you`re biggerYou try to con yourself you`re bulletproofBut how ya figure?The caps that I`ll be poppin`They`ll have your body droppin`You thought you knew the dealBut now you feel your heartbeat stoppin`I`m moppin` up the compThat`s short for compititionI write my lyrics likeThe Irish mob in Hell`s KitchenChorusThe House Of Pain in effect, y`allI say the House Of Pain is in effectYou know the House Of Pain is in effect y`allAnd anyone that steps up in gettin` wreckedI`m a beer drinkin` fighterThe bike in Easy RiderI only roll my spliffsWith the extra easy ridersPapers to vapoursIs what you`ll all be catchin`Meanwhile I`ll be snatchin`Up your hoes and all your doughThe styles that I`ll be kickin`You know they`re finger lickin`Good, the peckerwood never could play the victimOnly the offenderI go out on a benderDrink a case of brewAnd then disgrace the crewBut only if it`s Mickey`sI never wear no dickeysOnly wear the Levi`sMy whole family criesChorus