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Тексты (слова) песенСписок исполнителей в алфавитном порядкеА  Б В Г Д Е Ё Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Э Ю Я  A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P R S T U V W X Y Z  Текст (слова) песни: House of Pain - Over There ShitLadies and Gentlemen (2x) Heres the new shit Im on We can all get along But if ya step to me wrong Im gonna bang ya like a gong And I dont need a gang to do it I creep solo Beat ya till ya dead Put out ya freakin head Thats how I do Because Im sick like dat And youll get kicked like dat If ya fakin the funk I got a trunk full of beats And a head full of rhymes I got stains on my sheets From all the good times That I spent with ya Hookers Some were good lookers And some were just stunts After too many blunts Ya got ya arm around ya girl But dont make me laugh kid Gettin steam pressured Your girls schemin on the grafted Jail faced Celt Backed up Catch a welt From the buckle Of my belt Now tell me how that felt Oooh Im on some of the over there shit (3x) Im on some Milky I dont care shit I dont care... Its the return of the livin dead Put all concerned to bed Im alive and kickin Ask any girl Im stickin Back once again I never shot the heroin Or hit the glass pipe Ass wipe Stop the rumor Ill kill ya like a tumor in your colon Ill leave your shit all swollen Get off my dick cause thick is how Im rollin The Soul Assassainatorll Get ya open like a crator Im down with psycho vader cause Im flava like a plate a Corn beef and cabbage Im a savage on the set Dont do nuthin youll regret Because youll end up gettin wet like water Im out for slaughter Cops lock up your daughter Chorus I rock it page style cause freed damaged ya If ya play me close punk Im gonna damage ya We got the FunkDoobie in the House With the Mickey Mouse I spot a hooker then Im runnin up in ya blouse I aint a bitch so dont play me soft I got a round in my chamber and the safetys off Pullin on the trigger Aint nuthin brave But Im a sick fucker Like a red-neck trucker And I just might buck ya down Youre starin down my barrel So ya jump around Ya try to get away But Im too quick to pull So dont try to gas me Punk, my tanks full I aint got the time I dont need the fuel Punk we can duel Ill take ya ass to school Then break down the lesson Heres the pop quiz I gets top billin You can ask Iz Chorus |
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