Tytuł: Keep It Comin'

• Wykonawca: House Of Pain
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Smokin' up an L
  Might kill a brain cell
  But I might as well
  I'm on a highway to hell
  sometimes I feel doomed,
  Totally consumed
  By an eerie feelin'
  I hear pigs squealin'
  Soldiers of fortune
  Are torchin' huts
  The girls on them TVs
  Are shakin' their butts
  I'm hyperventilatin'
  I might be hallucinatin'
  Yo I got a chill
  I'm feelin' sort of ill
  I'm goin' mad
  But aren't ya glad
  ya used Dial
  I'm goin out like style
  
  [chorus]
  
  Uh and ya don't quit
  Yeah, keep it comin'
  And ya don't stop
  They say
  Uh and ya don't quit
  
  I got complexes
  Ya can't figure out
  My dad said
  "He's a bum, kick the nigger out"
  My head's fucked up
  But I lucked up
  And got a hit record
  Now I'm well respected
  I can go places I never went before
  I still dress the same
  So it must be my name
  I can't deal
  With who's real and who's not
  Who treated me the same
  When my record wasn't hot
  They said I couldn't eat too
  So I put my cake down
  I think I'm having a breakdown
  
  [chorus]
  
  It's not paranoia
  I got something for ya
  It's made of chrome
  And it'll burst you dome
  No joke my gun'll
  Blow a fuckin' tunnel
  Right through your body
  FREE JOHN GOTTI
  I'll leave with your hotty
  And I'll take her home
  Lay her down on her back
  And I'll make her moan
  
  [chorus]
  
  Uh and ya don't quit
  Yeah, keep me cummin'
  And ya don't stop
  Soul Assasins and ya don't stop
  FunkDoobie and ya don't stop
  Cypress Hill and ya don't stop
  House of Pain and ya don't stop
  Soul Assasins and ya don't stop