House Of Pain

Smokin up an L
Might kill a brain cell
But I might as well
Im on a highway to hell
sometimes I feel doomed,
Totally consumed
By an eerie feelin
I hear pigs squealin
Soldiers of fortune
Are torchin huts
The girls on them TVs
Are shakin their butts
Im hyperventilatin
I might be hallucinatin
Yo I got a chill
Im feelin sort of ill
Im goin mad
But arent ya glad
ya used Dial
Im goin out like style
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Uh and ya dont quit
Yeah, keep it comin
And ya dont stop
They say
Uh and ya dont quit
I got complexes
Ya cant figure out
My dad said
"Hes a bum, kick the nigger out"
My heads fucked up
But I lucked up
And got a hit record
Now Im well respected
I can go places I never went before
I still dress the same
So it must be my name
I cant deal
With whos real and whos not
Who treated me the same
When my record wasnt hot
They said I couldnt eat too
So I put my cake down
I think Im having a breakdown
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Its not paranoia
I got something for ya
Its made of chrome
And itll burst you dome
No joke my gunll
Blow a fuckin tunnel
Right through your body
FREE JOHN GOTTI
Ill leave with your hotty
And Ill take her home
Lay her down on her back
And Ill make her moan
chorus
Uh and ya dont quit
Yeah, keep me cummin
And ya dont stop
Soul Assasins and ya dont stop
FunkDoobie and ya dont stop
Cypress Hill and ya dont stop
House of Pain and ya dont stop
Soul Assasins and ya dont stop
[ Keep It Comin Lyrics ]