Letra X-Files de House Of Pain original

If Jesus is your lord then praise your God
And if Islahms your thing Allah uh akbah
and if you represent the six pointed star
then my hebs back home told me say shalom
I put the groove in the micks
I make moves like the Knicks
take it straight up the lane
I'll block out the frame
then I freeze it
believe it
you need it like herone
before you get your fight on
kid get your stare on
here come the dime dotter
making ghettos red hotter
I drop the boom bota
like jake Lamotta
I could single you out and isolate you like mona
I;m undefeated like Rocky Marciono
hit ya right bellow thbelt now your singing saprono
Talk what ya talk still you don'y know what i know

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some fien for ass
some fien for cash
some do the knowledge
some do the math
some stick to the road
some stray from the path
some do the knowledge
some do the math
(very quiet) some knowledge some math


Now East coast west coast money was the beef
It's going down rough like swollowing teeth
I say word to thin lizzy
kid I get buisy
and I'll nock all of ya'll
off this wonder wall
cause on a daily basis
I rock like oasis
fit to beat your style
from a fetus to a child
I killed 14 billion cells
puffing L's
stomping devils
on all nine levels of hell
check the transmition
here the transition
observe the technition
in FI- night vision
ya hot like reels
I lace my drug deals
As you skeem to check feels
on chicks in high heels
It's all bright and sunny
when your holding big money
but my sonics got you
pluss my mud got honey
I could be the king of grunge
if I blow my spunge away
theres a little black spot on the sun today
but I don't care if my souls up there
so come on and feel the sting of the true pain king

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