Name: Feel It
Duration: 3 min 59 s
Description: Слушайте песню Feel It - House of Pain онлайн с альбома House of Pain (Fine Malt Lyrics) в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 3:59. Год выхода - 1992

House of Pain (Fine Malt Lyrics)

House of Pain

Salutations

Jump Around

Put Your Head Out

Top O' the Morning to Ya

Commercial 1

House and the Rising Sun

Shamrocks and Shenanigans

House of Pain Anthem - Original Mix

Danny Boy, Danny Boy

Guess Who's Back

Commercial 2

Put on Your Shit Kickers

Feel It

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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

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

And let's get down to do the nasty, freaky, funky

Stinky, junky, let's bump uglies in the nighttime

Now gimme the track, or with the fat back doom

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

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

I'm always hip-hop, only a pimple goes pop

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

I rock the old school style and it's futile

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

Son Dooby's in the back, the Mexican Ralph Emms is on the track

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

You know I'm the man like Chewbacca knows Han

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

Слушайте песню Feel It - House of Pain онлайн с альбома House of Pain (Fine Malt Lyrics) в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 3:59. Год выхода - 1992

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