歌曲 | Word Is Bond |
歌手 | House of Pain |
专辑 | Same As It Ever Was |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : E. Schrody/J. Kirkland | |
作曲 : E. Schrody/J. Kirkland | |
UH... | |
Word is Bond | |
I'm a numba 1 | |
Grab your chest | |
Getcha lead outcha asshole | |
I break it off like a kit-kat | |
'Cause ya can't get that | |
Worth while style | |
Underground sound | |
So now your frontin' | |
Tryin to fake it | |
Complain ya never make it | |
And pretty soon you're runnin' butt-naked | |
So your ass starts to rob and steel | |
Madd jealous 'cause my shit's got mass appeal | |
And now I'm rhymin with Diamond D | |
With some brand new shit for the year of '93 | |
I got a loop on my crate | |
And I'm duckin' | |
The way I'm rhymin on the break | |
Till the brothers **** it | |
You know I got the funky sound | |
You still up un the air | |
'Cause last year I said "Jump Around" | |
I'm rollin thick | |
So I know you can see me | |
I got mad little white kids | |
Wishin' they could be me | |
So don't step up 'cause I'm a come out blastin' | |
You just a quickie | |
Punk, I'm Everlastin' | |
Now let me hear my man... | |
Yo It's Diamond D | |
The psycotic | |
Narrotic | |
Pete's an idiotic | |
Smoke the boom thats exotic | |
With my man Everlastin' | |
Brotha's be askin' me | |
For the Fee | |
Kid, my name ain't Sebastion | |
Give'em my mom's demo tapes | |
Foam'n at the mouth | |
Dreamin' of makin' papes | |
I know your thirsty | |
Lord have mercy | |
I got ten acts | |
And ya want to be the first, G | |
Come on, dad | |
Let me breathe ya | |
Don't be the lint ball on my sleeve | |
Wanna be down and diggin' wit' the crates | |
Have dough in the pocket | |
And sleep way past 8 | |
I know the feelin' | |
Ya wanna be the one wealin' and dealin' | |
But your shit ain't appealin' | |
So make haste | |
I'll stick it to a like paste | |
Dont sleep | |
I got the 9 on my waist | |
I lick shots for the Soul Assasins | |
I lick shots fot the Diamond D | |
I lick shots for the Everlastin' | |
And I lick shots for the D-i-t-c | |
Yo I'm more respected | |
My neck's protected | |
So dont get started | |
Just disregard it | |
'Cause I'm retarted | |
With an agrial stubin' | |
When I see a bootleg | |
I take my record and dupe it | |
Scoop it | |
Just like a news reporter | |
I'm causin disorder | |
'Cause I'm sorta' | |
Sick of loosin' money | |
When I work so hard | |
So if I catch ya bootleggin' | |
I'm a pull your card |
zuo ci : E. Schrody J. Kirkland | |
zuo qu : E. Schrody J. Kirkland | |
UH... | |
Word is Bond | |
I' m a numba 1 | |
Grab your chest | |
Getcha lead outcha asshole | |
I break it off like a kitkat | |
' Cause ya can' t get that | |
Worth while style | |
Underground sound | |
So now your frontin' | |
Tryin to fake it | |
Complain ya never make it | |
And pretty soon you' re runnin' buttnaked | |
So your ass starts to rob and steel | |
Madd jealous ' cause my shit' s got mass appeal | |
And now I' m rhymin with Diamond D | |
With some brand new shit for the year of ' 93 | |
I got a loop on my crate | |
And I' m duckin' | |
The way I' m rhymin on the break | |
Till the brothers it | |
You know I got the funky sound | |
You still up un the air | |
' Cause last year I said " Jump Around" | |
I' m rollin thick | |
So I know you can see me | |
I got mad little white kids | |
Wishin' they could be me | |
So don' t step up ' cause I' m a come out blastin' | |
You just a quickie | |
Punk, I' m Everlastin' | |
Now let me hear my man... | |
Yo It' s Diamond D | |
The psycotic | |
Narrotic | |
Pete' s an idiotic | |
Smoke the boom thats exotic | |
With my man Everlastin' | |
Brotha' s be askin' me | |
For the Fee | |
Kid, my name ain' t Sebastion | |
Give' em my mom' s demo tapes | |
Foam' n at the mouth | |
Dreamin' of makin' papes | |
I know your thirsty | |
Lord have mercy | |
I got ten acts | |
And ya want to be the first, G | |
Come on, dad | |
Let me breathe ya | |
Don' t be the lint ball on my sleeve | |
Wanna be down and diggin' wit' the crates | |
Have dough in the pocket | |
And sleep way past 8 | |
I know the feelin' | |
Ya wanna be the one wealin' and dealin' | |
But your shit ain' t appealin' | |
So make haste | |
I' ll stick it to a like paste | |
Dont sleep | |
I got the 9 on my waist | |
I lick shots for the Soul Assasins | |
I lick shots fot the Diamond D | |
I lick shots for the Everlastin' | |
And I lick shots for the Ditc | |
Yo I' m more respected | |
My neck' s protected | |
So dont get started | |
Just disregard it | |
' Cause I' m retarted | |
With an agrial stubin' | |
When I see a bootleg | |
I take my record and dupe it | |
Scoop it | |
Just like a news reporter | |
I' m causin disorder | |
' Cause I' m sorta' | |
Sick of loosin' money | |
When I work so hard | |
So if I catch ya bootleggin' | |
I' m a pull your card |
zuò cí : E. Schrody J. Kirkland | |
zuò qǔ : E. Schrody J. Kirkland | |
UH... | |
Word is Bond | |
I' m a numba 1 | |
Grab your chest | |
Getcha lead outcha asshole | |
I break it off like a kitkat | |
' Cause ya can' t get that | |
Worth while style | |
Underground sound | |
So now your frontin' | |
Tryin to fake it | |
Complain ya never make it | |
And pretty soon you' re runnin' buttnaked | |
So your ass starts to rob and steel | |
Madd jealous ' cause my shit' s got mass appeal | |
And now I' m rhymin with Diamond D | |
With some brand new shit for the year of ' 93 | |
I got a loop on my crate | |
And I' m duckin' | |
The way I' m rhymin on the break | |
Till the brothers it | |
You know I got the funky sound | |
You still up un the air | |
' Cause last year I said " Jump Around" | |
I' m rollin thick | |
So I know you can see me | |
I got mad little white kids | |
Wishin' they could be me | |
So don' t step up ' cause I' m a come out blastin' | |
You just a quickie | |
Punk, I' m Everlastin' | |
Now let me hear my man... | |
Yo It' s Diamond D | |
The psycotic | |
Narrotic | |
Pete' s an idiotic | |
Smoke the boom thats exotic | |
With my man Everlastin' | |
Brotha' s be askin' me | |
For the Fee | |
Kid, my name ain' t Sebastion | |
Give' em my mom' s demo tapes | |
Foam' n at the mouth | |
Dreamin' of makin' papes | |
I know your thirsty | |
Lord have mercy | |
I got ten acts | |
And ya want to be the first, G | |
Come on, dad | |
Let me breathe ya | |
Don' t be the lint ball on my sleeve | |
Wanna be down and diggin' wit' the crates | |
Have dough in the pocket | |
And sleep way past 8 | |
I know the feelin' | |
Ya wanna be the one wealin' and dealin' | |
But your shit ain' t appealin' | |
So make haste | |
I' ll stick it to a like paste | |
Dont sleep | |
I got the 9 on my waist | |
I lick shots for the Soul Assasins | |
I lick shots fot the Diamond D | |
I lick shots for the Everlastin' | |
And I lick shots for the Ditc | |
Yo I' m more respected | |
My neck' s protected | |
So dont get started | |
Just disregard it | |
' Cause I' m retarted | |
With an agrial stubin' | |
When I see a bootleg | |
I take my record and dupe it | |
Scoop it | |
Just like a news reporter | |
I' m causin disorder | |
' Cause I' m sorta' | |
Sick of loosin' money | |
When I work so hard | |
So if I catch ya bootleggin' | |
I' m a pull your card |