Текст песни House Of Pain - X-Files
House Of Pain - X-Files слова песни
Well if Jesus is your LordThen praise your GodIf Islams your thing Allah U AkbarAnd if you represent the six pointed starThen my Heebs back home told me to say ShalomI put grooves in the mixI make moves like the KnicksAnd take ya straight up the laneI block out the frameAnd then I freeze itBelieve itYou need it like HeronBefore you get ya fight onKid, get your stare onHere come the Dondada making ghettos red hottaI drop the boom bata like Jake LamattaI can single you outAnd isolate ya like MonoIm undefeated like Rocky MarcianoHit ya right below the beltNow ya singing sapranoTalk what ya talk still you dont know what I know[CHORUS]Some fiend for assSome fiend for cashSome do the knowledgeSome do the mathSome stick to the roadSome stray from the pathSome do the knowledgeSome do the mathNow East CoastWestcoastMoney, whats the beefIts goin down rough like swallowin teethI say word to Dim LizzyKid I gets busyAnd Ill knock all of y`all off this WonderwallCause on a daily basisI rock like OasisBit the Beatles style from a fetus to a childI kill fourteen billion cells puffin` L`sStompin` devils on all nine levels of HellCheck the transmissionHear the transitionObserve the technitionINFI(?) NightvisionYa hot like reelsI lace my drug dealsAs you scheme to check feelsOn chicks in high heelsIts all bright and sunnyWhen ya holdin` big moneyBuy my Sonics got YouthPlus my Muds got HoneyI can be the King of Grunge if I blows my sponge awayHeres a little black spot on a sunny dayBut y`all dont care if my souls up thereSo come on and feel the sting from the true Pain King!