House Of Pain - X-files Lyrics
Truly, i say trulyTruly, trulyWell if jesus is your lordThen praise your godAnd if islams's your thing-Allah u akbarAnd if you represent the 6 pointed starWell, then my hebs back home told me say shalomI put grooves in the mixI make moves like the knicksI'll take ya strait up the laneAnd block you out the frameThen i freez itBelieves itYou needs it like heroinBefore you git your fight onKid, get your stare onHere come the don dadaMakin' ghettos red hotterI drop the boom badaLike jake lamattaI can single you outAnd isolate you like matoI'm undefeted like rocky marcianoI hit you right below the beltNow you singin' sapranoTalk what ya talkStill you dont know what i knowChorusSomething for assSomething for cashSome do the knowledgeSome do the mathSome stick to the roadSome stray from the pathSome do the knowlegeSome do the mathNow east coast- west coastWonderin' what's the beefIt's goin down roughLike swallowin teethI say word to din lizzyKid, i get busyAnd i'll knock all of ya'llOff this wonder wallCause on a daily basisI rock like oasisQuick to be your styleFrom a fetus to a childI kill 14 billion cellsFuffin l'sStompin devils on all 9 levels of lCheck the transmissionHear the transitionObserve the technitionIn fly night visionYou high-light reelsI lace my drug dealsAs you skim and check feelsOff chics in high heelsIt's all bright and sunnyWhen your holdin big moneyMy sonics got youthAs my mud got honeyI can be the king of grungeIf i blow my spunge awayThere's a little black spot on the sun todayWhich i dont care if my souls are deadSo come on and feel the sting of the true pain kingChorus (2x)
