Текст песни House Of Pain - Keep it Comin`
House Of Pain - Keep it Comin` слова песни
Uh huh, come onSmokin` up an LMight kill a brain cellBut I might as wellI`m on a highway to hellTotally consumedBy an earie feelin`I hear pigs squealin`Soldiers of fortuneAre torchin` hutsThe girls on them TVsAre shakin` their buttsI`m hyperventilatin`I might be hallucinatin`Yo I got a chillI`m feelin` sort of illI`m goin` madBut aren`t ya gladI used DialI`m goin out like stylechorusUh and ya don`t quitYeah, keep it comin`And ya don`t stopThey sayUh and ya don`t quitI got complexesYa can`t figure outMy dad said"He`s a bum, kick the nigger out"My head`s fucked upBut I lucked upAnd got a hit recordNow I`m well respectedI can go places I never went beforeI still dress the sameSo it must be my nameI can`t dealWith who`s real and who`s notWho treated me the sameWhen my record wasn`t hotThey said I couldn`t eat tooSo I put my cake downI think I`m having a breakdownchorusIt`s not paranoiaI got something for yaIt`s made of chromeAnd it`ll burst you domeNo joke my gun`llBlow a fuckin` tunnelRight through your bodyFREE JOHN GOTTYI`ll leave with you hottyAnd I`ll take her homeLay her down on her backAnd I`ll make her moanchorusUh and ya don`t quitYeah, keep me cummin`And ya don`t stopSoul Assasins and ya don`t stopFunkDoobie and ya don`t stopCypress Hill and ya don`t stopHouse of Pain and ya don`t stopSoul Assasins and ya don`t stop