the over there shit Ooh, I'm on some of the over there shit Ooh, I'm on some of the over there shit I'm on some Milky, I don't care shit I don't care
Übersetzung: House Of Pain. Over There Shit.
up Catch a welt From the buckle Of my belt Now tell me how that felt Oooh I'm on some of the over there shit (3x) I'm on some Milky I don't care shit
Backed up Catch a welt From the buckle Of my belt Now tell me how that felt Oooh I'm on some of the over there shit (3x) I'm on some Milky I don't care shit
shit like uhh, this here [2Pac] I met you through my homie now you act like you don't know me So disappointed cause baby that shit was so phony It
let go" Look at you Drinkin got you where you don't even give respect to your partners Pour out some liquor nigga! It ain't like that Tip that shit over
heavens above They think they crazy but they ain't crazy, let's face it Shit basically they just playin sick They ain't shit, they ain't sayin shit,
G Unit soliders (gun cocks) Ride out (Lloyd Banks talking over beat) Yea...G Unit man.. We runnin the streets man We takin this rap shit over man This
nowadays I wanna leave nowadays But lord I'm knowin that there (somthin) In this music and in my soul The thought I might not blow Dat shit just keeps
on the tits! Had the hooker beggin for the dick And your moms ain't ugly love; my dick got rock quick I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and
shit, nigga (it's the real shit!) This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga You ain't on no real shit, nigga
passions inside for you The nights that I cried for you A man has these feelings too Same shit that chall go thru I been here before Sometimes the pain
in touch with you. I'm ready to come over your house and shoot that mutha fucker up You better fucking not be there when I get over that house [laughing
Suckin on the tits! Had the hooker beggin for the dick And your moms ain't ugly love; my dick got rock quick I guess I was a combination of House of Pain
I'ma beat your ass while they watch [Kuniva] Ha ha, now we got the whole industry makin fun of you Erik Where's your House of Pain now?There's only one
brought, caught us in a midst of sibling rivalry For instance, there's nothing in existence that can survive wit me Clone me like sheep, I clean house
the streets of shame Where you've lost your dreams in the rain There's no signs of hope The stems and seeds of the last of the dope There's a glow of
If you've ever lost a loved one I pray for you... 'Cause there s a sad and lonely comfort In the hollow of your eyes But don't you let it take you over
