Текст (слова) песни: House Of Pain - Third Stone From The Sun

Here come the pecker
Wood mic wrecker
Sweet like nectar
MC selector
Come again, keep the style I`m bustin`
You think I`m droppin` acid ???only super cold does it???
Feel the rushin` through your blood and cerebellum
And any man that defies, eyes will be swellin`
So whatcha smellin`, kid, I`ll bust your melon
Then I spit out the seed, you got dirty deeds
You`re done, dirt cheap, I`m on the greek don`t sleep
Melee cause the circus, but bullets run deep
And talk is cheap, kid, it`s time to make moves
It`s time to make capital gains with my brains
The song remains, the same as it ever was
And you can say my crew`s fallin` but it never does
I`m white chocolate, clockwork apocalypse
Inter-dimensional like Prince be sensual
My interplanetary sub-galactic tactic
Got ya wearin` vests like prophylactics
My verbal waters rock your sons and daughters
And I`ll tell more lies than priests and rabbis
And all the allies put together in a cipher
My skin`s my cell, no parole on my life

CHORUS:
Doin` time on the third stone from the sun
Lucy got me on the run, kid, hold my gun
I`m dealin` with the pressures, son, life ain`t fun
Doin` time on the third stone from the sun

I`ll be gettin` down and dirty by 2030
Sippin` off my forty, out deep in your shorty
Lordy, glory, hallelujah
Like a big Samoan my sig`s gonna boo ya
Do-a-ditty, oh what a pity
I`m blowin` up the spot like Oklahoma City
We might terrorism and hold plagerism
And blood shot vision `cause I smoke major `ism
If you got sob stories, kid, don`t tell me `bout `em
`Cause them tin boots you wearin` I`m a lift you outta `em
With two shots to your bid, I ain`t playin` kid
I know the games that you runnin` and all the things you did
And you`ll say `holy cow` if my gun go blaow
Click-bang, watch me do my thang
My element`s in order, my attribute`s eternal
And all you duck MC`s are smellin` just like the Colonel
You`re all fried chicken with your back side lickin`
I`ll play you like a snitch with the ice pick stickin`
Out your eye socket and if I wanna cock it
I play remelzee and pull it out my pocket
I pull it out my pocket, I pull it out my pocket
Yeah, I play remelzee and pull it out my pocket

CHORUS

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: House Of Pain - Third Stone From The Sun Here come the pecker Wood mic wrecker Sweet like nectar MC selector Come again, keep the style I`m bustin` You think I`m droppin` acid ???only super cold does it??? Feel the rushin` through your blood and cerebellum And any man that defies, eyes will be swellin` So whatcha smellin`, kid, I`ll bust your melon Then I spit out the seed, you got dirty deeds You`re done, dirt cheap, I`m on the greek don`t sleep Melee cause the circus, but bullets run deep And talk is cheap, kid, it`s time to make moves It`s time to make capital gains with my brains The song remains, the same as it ever was And you can say my crew`s fallin` but it never does I`m white chocolate, clockwork apocalypse Inter-dimensional like Prince be sensual My interplanetary sub-galactic tactic Got ya wearin` vests like prophylactics My verbal waters rock your sons and daughters And I`ll tell more lies than priests and rabbis And all the allies put together in a cipher My skin`s my cell, no parole on my life CHORUS: Doin` time on the third stone from the sun Lucy got me on the run, kid, hold my gun I`m dealin` with the pressures, son, life ain`t fun Doin` time on the third stone from the sun I`ll be gettin` down and dirty by 2030 Sippin` off my forty, out deep in your shorty Lordy, glory, hallelujah Like a big Samoan my sig`s gonna boo ya Do-a-ditty, oh what a pity I`m blowin` up the spot like Oklahoma City We might terrorism and hold plagerism And blood shot vision `cause I smoke major `ism If you got sob stories, kid, don`t tell me `bout `em `Cause them tin boots you wearin` I`m a lift you outta `em With two shots to your bid, I ain`t playin` kid I know the games that you runnin` and all the things you did And you`ll say `holy cow` if my gun go blaow Click-bang, watch me do my thang My element`s in order, my attribute`s eternal And all you duck MC`s are smellin` just like the Colonel You`re all fried chicken with your back side lickin` I`ll play you like a snitch with the ice pick stickin` Out your eye socket and if I wanna cock it I play remelzee and pull it out my pocket I pull it out my pocket, I pull it out my pocket Yeah, I play remelzee and pull it out my pocket CHORUS Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Third Stone From The Sun: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/107/1/1906.html Все тексты песен: House Of Pain » House Of Pain - No Doubt » House Of Pain - Legend (Extended Mix) » House Of Pain - Salutations » House Of Pain - Shamrocks and Shenanigans » House Of Pain - That`s What It Is » House Of Pain - Fed Up (Remix) » House Of Pain - Put on Your Shit Kickers » House Of Pain - Still Gotta Lotta Love » House Of Pain - House Of Pain And The Rising Sun » House Of Pain - Pass The Jinn » House Of Pain - Back From the Dead » House Of Pain - Whos The Man » House Of Pain - X-Files » House Of Pain - Where Im From » House Of Pain - Shut the Door » House Of Pain - Runnin` Up On Ya » House Of Pain - Put Your Head Out » House Of Pain - Who`s the Man? » House Of Pain - Salutations » House Of Pain - One For the Road Рекомендуем скачать: » Хабарова Кира - Мальчик, синие глаза » Хромов Юра - ПОЛУНОЧНЫЙ ЭКСПРЕСС » Хвостенко Алексей - Игра на флейте » Хромов Юра - ПОЙ, САКСОФОН ! » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Всё в огонь /песня царевны/ » Хвостенко Алексей - Прощание со степью » Хвостенко Алексей - Вальс-жалоба Солженицину » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Запоминай » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - 999 » Хвостенко Алексей - Стриптиз во вкусе ООН » Хромов Юра - ТОСКА » Хабарова Кира - Пиво » Хабарова Кира - Письмо в зону » Хвостенко Алексей - Страшный суд » Хвостенко Алексей - Сучка с сумочкой » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Не дано » Хор и Оркестр ГАБТ СССР - Марш энтузиастов (Авиамарш) » Хеля - Найду » Хабарова Кира - Лошадка-судьба » Хромов Юра - ОСЕНЬ
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