Текст (слова) песни: House Of Pain - Feel It

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, we got Bo, Duke and Daisy goin` to
go see Boss Hogg. Then ya got Kooter fixin` over them cars...
I don`t need a glock cause I`m not a hard rock
Got bitches on my jock, like New Kids On The Block
I can`t lose like Parker Lewis, I`m undefeated
Step into my sector, homeboy, you`ll get greeted
By the 380 colt mustang in my pocket
I had a few drinks already, don`t make me cock it
Cause if I have to cock it, well then it`s gettin` shot
And if it`s gettin` shot, well, yo, you`re gettin` bucked down
I don`t fuck around, I ain`t got time for punks
But I got time to smoke all the skunk philly blunts
Stunts gather round, check out the sound
And let`s get down to do the nasty, freaky, funky
Stinky, junky, let`s bump uglies in the nighttime
Between the sheets
Cause I rock fly rhymes over funky beats
The Celtic ruin, the legion of doom
Now gimme the track, or with the fat back doom
Now gimme some room, and I`ll explode
Cock back my hammer, then squeeze off my load
So hit the road, Jack, and don`t come back no more
Or I`ll be moppin` up the floor with your crew of soft core
Punk pussy bitches, jail house snitches
On stage, I get wrecked and I collect my riches
I get the funky style, and like Gomer Pile
You`ll be `Surprise surprise surprise!` as I
Rise to the top, fuck a punk cop
I`m always hip-hop, only a pimple goes pop
So you better quit, zit
I came to rip shit
Blastin` with the Soul Assassins
Askin` the question, teachin` the lesson
Bringin` the West Coast back to the East Coast
Where it all started, what`re you, retarded
You`re startin` to trip from that Jheri curl drip
Soakin` in your brain, the House Of Pain
Is causin` pain, and feelin` pain
So feel it

[Chorus]
Just feel it
Feel it
Just feel it
C`mon, y`all, feel it

Back to the rhyme, I`m always on time
A lime to a lemon, yo, a lemon to a lime
I rock the old school style and it`s futile
To step up, cause you`ll get swept up
Like dust, or I just might bust and unload my clip
Unless you`re a punk, then I`ll just pop you in the lip
And show you the deal, now how did that feel
You know I`m killin` any pig that squeals
I`m fillin` up reels of tape with my fly rhymes
And I`ve got a subsciption to High Times
Son Dooby`s in the back, the Mexican Ralph Emms is on the track
My DJ Lethal, he`s on the cut
When I bust a dope rhyme, it`s like bustin` a nut
So let me jerk off on the mic and get it sticky
When I drink a brew it`s either Guinness or mickeys
I`ll put your head out just like a fuckin` Malboro
Don`t fuck with me, punk, you know that I`m thorough
Bred like a race horse, right-in-your-face force
Feedin` you beats, straight off the streets
So catch me catch me, if you can
You know I`m the man like Chewbacca knows Han
Solo, bolos are what I`ll be throwin`
When I be flowin`, I get the job done
Cause I`m number one, the Prodigal Son
I left and I came back, but not with the same rap
And not with the same style, I`m known to get buckwild
The luck of the Irish spreads like a virus
So feel it

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: House Of Pain - Feel It Meanwhile, back at the ranch, we got Bo, Duke and Daisy goin` to go see Boss Hogg. Then ya got Kooter fixin` over them cars... I don`t need a glock cause I`m not a hard rock Got bitches on my jock, like New Kids On The Block I can`t lose like Parker Lewis, I`m undefeated Step into my sector, homeboy, you`ll get greeted By the 380 colt mustang in my pocket I had a few drinks already, don`t make me cock it Cause if I have to cock it, well then it`s gettin` shot And if it`s gettin` shot, well, yo, you`re gettin` bucked down I don`t fuck around, I ain`t got time for punks But I got time to smoke all the skunk philly blunts Stunts gather round, check out the sound And let`s get down to do the nasty, freaky, funky Stinky, junky, let`s bump uglies in the nighttime Between the sheets Cause I rock fly rhymes over funky beats The Celtic ruin, the legion of doom Now gimme the track, or with the fat back doom Now gimme some room, and I`ll explode Cock back my hammer, then squeeze off my load So hit the road, Jack, and don`t come back no more Or I`ll be moppin` up the floor with your crew of soft core Punk pussy bitches, jail house snitches On stage, I get wrecked and I collect my riches I get the funky style, and like Gomer Pile You`ll be `Surprise surprise surprise!` as I Rise to the top, fuck a punk cop I`m always hip-hop, only a pimple goes pop So you better quit, zit I came to rip shit Blastin` with the Soul Assassins Askin` the question, teachin` the lesson Bringin` the West Coast back to the East Coast Where it all started, what`re you, retarded You`re startin` to trip from that Jheri curl drip Soakin` in your brain, the House Of Pain Is causin` pain, and feelin` pain So feel it [Chorus] Just feel it Feel it Just feel it C`mon, y`all, feel it Back to the rhyme, I`m always on time A lime to a lemon, yo, a lemon to a lime I rock the old school style and it`s futile To step up, cause you`ll get swept up Like dust, or I just might bust and unload my clip Unless you`re a punk, then I`ll just pop you in the lip And show you the deal, now how did that feel You know I`m killin` any pig that squeals I`m fillin` up reels of tape with my fly rhymes And I`ve got a subsciption to High Times Son Dooby`s in the back, the Mexican Ralph Emms is on the track My DJ Lethal, he`s on the cut When I bust a dope rhyme, it`s like bustin` a nut So let me jerk off on the mic and get it sticky When I drink a brew it`s either Guinness or mickeys I`ll put your head out just like a fuckin` Malboro Don`t fuck with me, punk, you know that I`m thorough Bred like a race horse, right-in-your-face force Feedin` you beats, straight off the streets So catch me catch me, if you can You know I`m the man like Chewbacca knows Han Solo, bolos are what I`ll be throwin` When I be flowin`, I get the job done Cause I`m number one, the Prodigal Son I left and I came back, but not with the same rap And not with the same style, I`m known to get buckwild The luck of the Irish spreads like a virus So feel it Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Feel It: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/107/1/1812.html Все тексты песен: House Of Pain » House Of Pain - Feel It » House Of Pain - Life Goes On » House Of Pain - Top O The Morning to Ya » House Of Pain - House Of Pain And The Rising Sun » House Of Pain - Whos The Man » House Of Pain - That`s What It Is » House Of Pain - Guess Whos Back » House Of Pain - Put Your Head Out » House Of Pain - It aint a crime » House Of Pain - Top O` The Morning To Ya » House Of Pain - Danny Boy, Danny Boy » House Of Pain - Earthquake » House Of Pain - Keep it Comin` » House Of Pain - What`s That Smell? » House Of Pain - Fed Up » House Of Pain - House of Pain » House Of Pain - Word is Bond » House Of Pain - House Of Pain Anthem » House Of Pain - Keep It Comin » House Of Pain - Top O` the Morning to Ya Рекомендуем скачать: » Цыганова Вика - Золото » Центр, Василий Шумов - Несмотря на тишину » Цыганова Вика - На заре вечерней » Цветы - Мы желаем счастья вам » Цыганова Вика - Эх, не грех... » Центр, Василий Шумов - Среди белого огня » Цветомузыка - Слишком громко играет музыка » Цыганова Вика - Помянем » Цыганова Вика - Жизнь моя беспутная » Цыганова Вика - Русская водка » Цыганова Вика - Анапа » Цыганова Вика - Гроздья рябины » Центр, Василий Шумов - Горизонтальные люди » Цыганова Вика - Холода » Цыганова Вика - Я ехала домой » Цыганова Вика - Цыганка » Цыганова Вика - Конь вороной » Цыганова Вика - Свечи » Цыганова Вика - Играй, тальянка » Цыганова Вика - Любовь и смерть
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