歌曲 | Pass the Jinn |
歌手 | House of Pain |
专辑 | Truth Crushed to Earth Shall Rise Again |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Dimant, Schrody | |
Cockni O'Dire | |
Watch out, bust the style | |
I be kickin' | |
I play the gig role and bite your head off like a chicken | |
I'm the lord of the rings like | |
Bilbo Baggins | |
Return of my dragon, pants be saggin' | |
Science be droppin', thoughts be buildin' | |
My instinct's primal, tappin' your spinal | |
I'll smack | |
Mike and Janet for the whole freakin' planet | |
Don't take me for granted, 'cause my eyes be slanted | |
From the phat back of blade, | |
I must consume' | |
Cause my soul's on the verge of impending doom | |
So make room, for the crew with kegs of brew | |
Doin' what we do, so what's the matter with you | |
Divine Styler | |
Cockni O'Dire | |
I bow my head to the east five times a day | |
I put my face in the dirt every time | |
I prayTo disrupt the jinn in me, 'cause the sin in me's | |
Tryin' to take over and make my soul crossover | |
I'm steady rollin' with my head [unverified] up' | |
Cause my system pumps loud, everybody's on my nuts | |
And everybody wants to know who lives the phattest | |
The black 850 representin' my status | |
Plus, I got the baddest, house on the hill | |
My bank account's full, but my soul's empty still | |
Divine Styler | |
Cockni O'Dire | |
I said take me from your | |
House of Pain | |
See my style's maintained, 'cause my membrane's sane | |
So put down your juice, pass your jinn | |
Push up on a skin, | |
I begin to win | |
There ain't, no need to worry about where | |
I've beenIf | |
I pass my jinn | |
I begin to win | |
I say, put down your juice, pass the jinn | |
Push up on a skin | |
I begin to win | |
There ain't, no need to worry 'bout where | |
I've beenIf | |
I pass my jinn | |
I begin to win | |
Divine Styler |
zuo ci : Dimant, Schrody | |
Cockni O' Dire | |
Watch out, bust the style | |
I be kickin' | |
I play the gig role and bite your head off like a chicken | |
I' m the lord of the rings like | |
Bilbo Baggins | |
Return of my dragon, pants be saggin' | |
Science be droppin', thoughts be buildin' | |
My instinct' s primal, tappin' your spinal | |
I' ll smack | |
Mike and Janet for the whole freakin' planet | |
Don' t take me for granted, ' cause my eyes be slanted | |
From the phat back of blade, | |
I must consume' | |
Cause my soul' s on the verge of impending doom | |
So make room, for the crew with kegs of brew | |
Doin' what we do, so what' s the matter with you | |
Divine Styler | |
Cockni O' Dire | |
I bow my head to the east five times a day | |
I put my face in the dirt every time | |
I prayTo disrupt the jinn in me, ' cause the sin in me' s | |
Tryin' to take over and make my soul crossover | |
I' m steady rollin' with my head unverified up' | |
Cause my system pumps loud, everybody' s on my nuts | |
And everybody wants to know who lives the phattest | |
The black 850 representin' my status | |
Plus, I got the baddest, house on the hill | |
My bank account' s full, but my soul' s empty still | |
Divine Styler | |
Cockni O' Dire | |
I said take me from your | |
House of Pain | |
See my style' s maintained, ' cause my membrane' s sane | |
So put down your juice, pass your jinn | |
Push up on a skin, | |
I begin to win | |
There ain' t, no need to worry about where | |
I' ve beenIf | |
I pass my jinn | |
I begin to win | |
I say, put down your juice, pass the jinn | |
Push up on a skin | |
I begin to win | |
There ain' t, no need to worry ' bout where | |
I' ve beenIf | |
I pass my jinn | |
I begin to win | |
Divine Styler |
zuò cí : Dimant, Schrody | |
Cockni O' Dire | |
Watch out, bust the style | |
I be kickin' | |
I play the gig role and bite your head off like a chicken | |
I' m the lord of the rings like | |
Bilbo Baggins | |
Return of my dragon, pants be saggin' | |
Science be droppin', thoughts be buildin' | |
My instinct' s primal, tappin' your spinal | |
I' ll smack | |
Mike and Janet for the whole freakin' planet | |
Don' t take me for granted, ' cause my eyes be slanted | |
From the phat back of blade, | |
I must consume' | |
Cause my soul' s on the verge of impending doom | |
So make room, for the crew with kegs of brew | |
Doin' what we do, so what' s the matter with you | |
Divine Styler | |
Cockni O' Dire | |
I bow my head to the east five times a day | |
I put my face in the dirt every time | |
I prayTo disrupt the jinn in me, ' cause the sin in me' s | |
Tryin' to take over and make my soul crossover | |
I' m steady rollin' with my head unverified up' | |
Cause my system pumps loud, everybody' s on my nuts | |
And everybody wants to know who lives the phattest | |
The black 850 representin' my status | |
Plus, I got the baddest, house on the hill | |
My bank account' s full, but my soul' s empty still | |
Divine Styler | |
Cockni O' Dire | |
I said take me from your | |
House of Pain | |
See my style' s maintained, ' cause my membrane' s sane | |
So put down your juice, pass your jinn | |
Push up on a skin, | |
I begin to win | |
There ain' t, no need to worry about where | |
I' ve beenIf | |
I pass my jinn | |
I begin to win | |
I say, put down your juice, pass the jinn | |
Push up on a skin | |
I begin to win | |
There ain' t, no need to worry ' bout where | |
I' ve beenIf | |
I pass my jinn | |
I begin to win | |
Divine Styler |