Текст песни House Of Pain - Irish Pride

Жанр: Hip-Hop
Исполнитель: House Of Pain
Альбом: Unreleased
Длительность: 08:42
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Загрузил: fresh_88


[Intro] High on a hilltop near your home, there stands a dilapidated old mansion Some say the place is haunted, but you don't believe in such myths One dark and stormy night, a light appears in the top most window in the tower of the old house You decide to investigate and you never return [The Everlast] Well, it's the kid who brought the pride of the Irish back I'm spreadin' phat rhymes like if I was black You caught a beatin' cause you played the punk role Mom and Pop watch ya gonna shift from the soul So I'm gonna take you out Just like a first date Watch me violate Watch me demonstrate The mad battle skills To get the bills paid I'm true to the trade My blues are worth the pay But I grab the guitar Started up pickin' and strummin' Then I started whistlin' and hummin' Next came the bass line followed by the drum kick My name's Everlast honey cause I don't come quick I last longer than the top of pop battle You lack skills kid please drop the hassle Get of my dilsnick, I split the bills quick Rollin' like necker, you wanna fight? Hell yeah So don't fuck around and bring your ho I'll hit that bitch like I was Ridick Bowe I got my sheleighy, I got my gun I'm putting heads out daily and I never run CHORUS (X4) Everlast is comin', the funk drummers drummin' Danny Boy's comin' with the Irish style [Danny Boy] You better run, hide, slip and slide But don't fuck around with that Irish pride The last one died talkin' all that crap Yo, he couldn't adapt I pulled him straight off the map That's how I'm doin' it because y'all be doin' it The only needle my arm was tatooin' it I roll to the show on my iron horse So you hopin' nature takes it's course So fuck the Source cause I don't read it It's a fashion mag and hip-hop don't need it And if you're believin' everything you read Then the bullshit rags fuckin' with your head CHORUS (X4) [Everlast] Just like Pearl Jam you know my flows even I'm scary like King but yo, my name ain't Steven Broaden the appeal, I rock fly apparel I got a bow and arrow, I'll take your bone marrow Make a knife handle, skin you like tatanka Then run you down like my name was Larry Csonka Who used to be a Dolphin down in Miami Play me too close and I'm pullin' out my jammy You know I get funky like the Groovy Ghoulies Why you steppin' to me, tryin' to make some movies Pass me my scissors, I'm gonna cut the edit Borrow off my style kid, but you got no credit I said it, I meant it, I meant what I said Steppin' up talkin' shit and I'll bite of that head I got no dreads but I puff boom Because it lights up my life like Debbie Boone
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