Закрыть

    House Of Pain

    What's That Smell

    3:06
    5.68 МБ
    256 кбит/с
    65

    Добавлена 18 февраля 2013 пользователем Миша

    Смотреть клип What's That Smell
    Смотреть клип What's That Smell
    Текст песни What's That Smell
    Текст песни What's That Smell
    Baby, because
    (I say, "Lord, have mercy")
    This is for all you dirty bitches out there
    Suck up on this motherfuckin' nuts
    (I say, "Lord, have mercy")
    Say stop! Hey, what's that sound?
    Everybody look what's goin' down
    I'm everlastin', forever on a roll
    I'm rockin' to the boat, steamin' gray matter tone
    I ain't sayin' I'm God but you can graft this
    Chances are if I'm a star, I'd be Johnny Mathis
    On some smooth shit, I'd be gaming all the honeys
    Hitting Hugh Hefner with his Playboy Bunnies
    Check the Sunday funnies, I'd be reading Doonesbury
    See me after dark, love, shit be getting scary
    I'll freak you like Carrie on the night of the prom
    Let's keep it cool and calm, I'll start stroking your palm
    Work my way up your arm, start kissing your ear
    Maybe, licking your lips, then pulling your hair
    Yeah, I freak the back spasm to get the orgasm
    And if my legs cramp, girl, I lick that stamp
    I got it sewn love, so you ain't got no worries
    Hold up, wait a second, my vision's gettin' blurry
    Stop, hey, what's that smell
    Someone laced dust all up in my L
    Bitches start sweatin' once the pockets swell
    Let's take it back fourteen billion cells
    Periodic measures to say my rhymes
    Too much of this dope need growth-type slow
    Off a poet's tree, let me blow my leaves
    Shake off my roots and pull up my sleeves
    Break a branchling wist stick
    Lyrics for the mystical
    Yo fancy, shake your chancy
    Our transystem is torn MCs
    I hymn-zen, then I'm casualies
    Pot smoke-seeds, relativities
    Seize it, I be on every first ability
    Of chaos, a higher form of infinity
    Gettin' me virtually supreme ID
    Reflectors and tackers
    At which my faster phrased words
    Super-lax, break raps and MCs jump off wacks
    Revolves and steers and still sees time stilt
    I work for Real Bill Divine, it's lyrical chill
    I say, "Stop", hey, what's that smell?
    Someone laced dust all up in my L
    Bitches start sweatin' when the pockets swell
    Let's take it back fourteen billion cells
    Stop, hey, what's that smell?
    Someone laced dust all up in my L
    Bitches start sweatin' when the pockets swell
    Let's take it back fourteen billion cells
    Другие песни исполнителя
    Другие песни исполнителя House Of Pain
    Комментарии
    Комментарии