Lirik Lagu Third Stone From The Sun - House Of Pain
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Here come the peckerWood mic wreckerSweet like nectarMC selectorCome 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 cerebellumAnd any man that defies, eyes will be swellin'So whatcha smellin', kid, I'll bust your melonThen I spit out the seed, you got dirty deedsYou're done, dirt cheap, I'm on the greek don't sleepMelee cause the circus, but bullets run deepAnd talk is cheap, kid, it's time to make movesIt's time to make capital gains with my brainsThe song remains, the same as it ever wasAnd you can say my crew's fallin' but it never doesI'm white chocolate, clockwork apocalypseInter-dimensional like Prince be sensualMy interplanetary sub-galactic tacticGot ya wearin' vests like prophylacticsMy verbal waters rock your sons and daughtersAnd I'll tell more lies than priests and rabbisAnd all the allies put together in a cipherMy skin's my cell, no parole on my life
CHORUS:Doin' time on the third stone from the sunLucy got me on the run, kid, hold my gunI'm dealin' with the pressures, son, life ain't funDoin' time on the third stone from the sun
I'll be gettin' down and dirty by 2030Sippin' off my forty, out deep in your shortyLordy, glory, hallelujahLike a big Samoan my sig's gonna boo yaDo-a-ditty, oh what a pityI'm blowin' up the spot like Oklahoma CityWe might terrorism and hold plagerismAnd blood shot vision 'cause I smoke major 'ismIf you got sob stories, kid, don't tell me 'bout 'em'Cause them tin boots you wearin' I'm a lift you outta 'emWith two shots to your bid, I ain't playin' kidI know the games that you runnin' and all the things you didAnd you'll say 'holy cow' if my gun go blaowClick-bang, watch me do my thangMy element's in order, my attribute's eternalAnd all you duck MC's are smellin' just like the ColonelYou'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 itI play remelzee and pull it out my pocketI pull it out my pocket, I pull it out my pocketYeah, I play remelzee and pull it out my pocket
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CHORUS:Doin' time on the third stone from the sunLucy got me on the run, kid, hold my gunI'm dealin' with the pressures, son, life ain't funDoin' time on the third stone from the sun
I'll be gettin' down and dirty by 2030Sippin' off my forty, out deep in your shortyLordy, glory, hallelujahLike a big Samoan my sig's gonna boo yaDo-a-ditty, oh what a pityI'm blowin' up the spot like Oklahoma CityWe might terrorism and hold plagerismAnd blood shot vision 'cause I smoke major 'ismIf you got sob stories, kid, don't tell me 'bout 'em'Cause them tin boots you wearin' I'm a lift you outta 'emWith two shots to your bid, I ain't playin' kidI know the games that you runnin' and all the things you didAnd you'll say 'holy cow' if my gun go blaowClick-bang, watch me do my thangMy element's in order, my attribute's eternalAnd all you duck MC's are smellin' just like the ColonelYou'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 itI play remelzee and pull it out my pocketI pull it out my pocket, I pull it out my pocketYeah, I play remelzee and pull it out my pocket
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