vision's gettin' blurry Stop, hey, what's that smell Someone laced dust all up in my L Bitches start sweatin' once the pockets swell Let's take it back
Übersetzung: House Of Pain. Was ist dieser Geruch.
Übersetzung: House Of Pain. Was ist dieser Geruch?.
vision's gettin' blury Chorus 2X: Stop, hey, what's that smell Someone laced dust all up in my L Bitches start sweatin' once the pockets swell Let's
what I mean? [Chorus 2X + "I don't care what nobody say" sample (4X at start)] [Puff] Ladies and gentlemen.. [Eminem] There's several different levels to Devil worshippin: horse's
right up under my face I steady debate the pain that I bring with hate Sweet as the cake, I take another puff and shake The smell of right it's all about
use this guy, hey, look at all these people listening to this guy." You know what I mean? And so that's just what the trip's like, that. You know? It
t care what nobody say" "I don't care what nobody say" "I don't care what nobody say" "I don't care what nobody say" [Puff] Ladies and gentlemen.. [Eminem] There's
know Tricky That's whats good man they all say Tricky [ Verse 2 ] [ Trick Trick ] Homie its been a long time comin' and I'm straight with that Marshall
eyes black with pain. He started to fall. The Priest helped him over to the bed. "What's wrong, son?" "It's my legs, senor, cramps, and now I am without
warning ya, crack kills off reals to the corridor Killed my eldest brother, nigger I'll be damned, gator at my mama house, Welcome to zombie land A hustler's
beat it of a nigga that messed up the cunt So I ain't gonna smell it if that's what you want How many really wanna know about Tech Gotta give a women that
That's when I swore that someday Someday I would get outta that basement and travel to a magical, far away place Where the sun is always shining and the air smells
: I smell trouble And where there's smoke There must be fire... You sow your seeds of jealousy And the flames Just keep on growing higher... This can
I'm pretty sure we smell like what we do. So I might smell like trash when I've been taking it out. What's your excuse? What's your excuse? I fell in
That's when I swore that someday, Someday I would get outta that basement And travel to a magical, far away place, Where the sun is always shining And the air smells
