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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 - Choose Your Poison(Bitches, bitches, bitches, mutherfuckers) Chorus I say hey now cmon yall If theres money in your pocket And your walkin tall make your way to the bar And get your poison chose And drink it old school style In your B-Boy pose I get off Madd flows Like a pack of eskimos On the dog sled in the blizzard Cause Im the wizard of (oz) Ah, Shit Im gonna wreck ya set And you stepin to me is just an emty threat Something I cant sweat Kid, you never see my worry Ive never been caught But my hands may be dirty 5 years from 30 Come check my age If ya cant pop Simply turn the page And Ill engage Wit that kid thats been swiftless Stickin to the roof of your mouth like some chippin Peanut butter Ya know know my styles butter Cause every word I utter Rocks the skys from the gutter I make ya shudder When I rock your soul I do dames the way I like I get mikes controlled Well if ya get bold Well then ya get bit Cause your knowlege is a trick Kid, Its makin me sick Chorus (x 3) Im Danny Boy With the Hard Core style Ill punch you suckers in the mouth like a root canal(Root Canal!) You get me started and Im hard to stop I got 45 caliburs ready to pop And when I pop off You drop off You get blown out the frame Cause the more shit change The more things stay the same And I got no respect for your area >From Brooklyn to Dublin I keep your ass fumblin Cause Im the fuckin ball busta Brooklyn heart breaker House of Pain pimp money maker Chorus (x 2) I got rhymes finese I got rhymes galore I got rhymes for peace I got rhymes for war I got rhymes for heads I got rhymes for skins I got rhymes Kid your crew aint got no wins So step up if you wanna get your head cracked Run up if you wanna get your skull knocked Play the hard rock baby get your ears boxed Ill kill you all Just like I was the small pox Ill kill ya livestock just like I was anthrax Come see me live Then crazy like the Band Sax Chorus (x 2) |
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