Tytuł: Word Is Bond

• Wykonawca: House Of Pain
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(Uh)
  
  [Chorus]
  
  Word is Bond
  Pop pop pop pop
  Grab your chest
  Now ya bleedin(punk)lead out ya asshole [x4]
  
  I break it off
  like a kit-kat
  Casue ya cant git that
  Worth while style
  Underground sound
  So now your frontin
  Tryin to fake it
  Complain ya never make it
  And pretty soon you're open Butt naked
  So your ass starts to rob and steel
  Madd jealous cause my shit's got mass appeal
  And now I'm rhymin wit Diamond D
  With some brand new shit for the year of '93
  I got a loop on my crate
  And I'm duckin
  The way I'm rhymin on the break
  Till the brothers, fuck it
  Ya know I got the funky sound
  Ya still up un the air
  Cause last year I said jump around
  I'm rollin thick
  So I know you see me
  I got mad little white kids,
  Wishin' they could be me
  So dont step up Cause I'm a come out blastin'
  You just a quickie
  Punk, I'm Everlastin
  
  [Chorus]
  
  Now let me hear my man (my man, my man, my man)
  
  Yo It's Diamond D
  The psycotic, narrotic
  Pizza idiotic
  Smoke 'em
  Boom thats exotic
  With my man Everlastin'
  Brotha's be askin me
  For the Fee
  Kid, my name aint Sebastion
  Give 'em my mom's demo tapes
  Foam'n at the mouth
  Dreamin of makin papes
  I know your thirsty
  Lord have mercy
  I got ten acts
  And ya want to be the first, G
  Come on, dad
  Let me breathe yeah
  Dont be the lint ball on my sleeve
  Wanna be down and diggin wit the crates
  Have dough in the pocket
  And sleep way past 8
  I know the feelin
  Ya wanna be the one weelin and dealin
  But your shit aint appealin
  So make haste
  I'll stick it to a like paste
  Dont sleep
  I got the 9 on my waist
  
  [Chorus]
  
  I lick shots for the Soul Assasins
  I lick shots fot the Diamond D
  I lick shots for the Everlastin
  And I lick shots for the D-i-t-c
  Yo I'm more respected
  My neck's protected
  So dont get started
  Just disregard it
  Cause I'm retarted
  With an agrial stubin
  When I see a bootleg
  I take my record and dupe it
  Scoop it
  Just like a news reporter
  I'm causin disorder
  Because I'm sorta'
  Sick of loosin money
  When I work so hard
  so if I catch ya bootleggin
  I'm a pull your card
  
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