Word Is Bond Lyrics
| Song | Word Is Bond |
| Artist | House of Pain |
| Album | Same As It Ever Was |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : E. Schrody/J. Kirkland | |
| 作曲 : E. Schrody/J. Kirkland | |
| UH... | |
| Word is Bond | |
| I'm a numba 1 | |
| Grab your chest | |
| Getcha lead outcha asshole | |
| I break it off like a kit-kat | |
| 'Cause ya can't get that | |
| Worth while style | |
| Underground sound | |
| So now your frontin' | |
| Tryin to fake it | |
| Complain ya never make it | |
| And pretty soon you're runnin' butt-naked | |
| So your ass starts to rob and steel | |
| Madd jealous 'cause my shit's got mass appeal | |
| And now I'm rhymin with 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 **** it | |
| You know I got the funky sound | |
| You still up un the air | |
| 'Cause last year I said "Jump Around" | |
| I'm rollin thick | |
| So I know you can see me | |
| I got mad little white kids | |
| Wishin' they could be me | |
| So don't step up 'cause I'm a come out blastin' | |
| You just a quickie | |
| Punk, I'm Everlastin' | |
| Now let me hear my man... | |
| Yo It's Diamond D | |
| The psycotic | |
| Narrotic | |
| Pete's an idiotic | |
| Smoke the boom thats exotic | |
| With my man Everlastin' | |
| Brotha's be askin' me | |
| For the Fee | |
| Kid, my name ain't 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 ya | |
| Don't 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 wealin' and dealin' | |
| But your shit ain't appealin' | |
| So make haste | |
| I'll stick it to a like paste | |
| Dont sleep | |
| I got the 9 on my waist | |
| 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 | |
| 'Cause I'm sorta' | |
| Sick of loosin' money | |
| When I work so hard | |
| So if I catch ya bootleggin' | |
| I'm a pull your card |
| zuo ci : E. Schrody J. Kirkland | |
| zuo qu : E. Schrody J. Kirkland | |
| UH... | |
| Word is Bond | |
| I' m a numba 1 | |
| Grab your chest | |
| Getcha lead outcha asshole | |
| I break it off like a kitkat | |
| ' Cause ya can' t get that | |
| Worth while style | |
| Underground sound | |
| So now your frontin' | |
| Tryin to fake it | |
| Complain ya never make it | |
| And pretty soon you' re runnin' buttnaked | |
| So your ass starts to rob and steel | |
| Madd jealous ' cause my shit' s got mass appeal | |
| And now I' m rhymin with 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 it | |
| You know I got the funky sound | |
| You still up un the air | |
| ' Cause last year I said " Jump Around" | |
| I' m rollin thick | |
| So I know you can see me | |
| I got mad little white kids | |
| Wishin' they could be me | |
| So don' t step up ' cause I' m a come out blastin' | |
| You just a quickie | |
| Punk, I' m Everlastin' | |
| Now let me hear my man... | |
| Yo It' s Diamond D | |
| The psycotic | |
| Narrotic | |
| Pete' s an idiotic | |
| Smoke the boom thats exotic | |
| With my man Everlastin' | |
| Brotha' s be askin' me | |
| For the Fee | |
| Kid, my name ain' t 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 ya | |
| Don' t 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 wealin' and dealin' | |
| But your shit ain' t appealin' | |
| So make haste | |
| I' ll stick it to a like paste | |
| Dont sleep | |
| I got the 9 on my waist | |
| 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 Ditc | |
| 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 | |
| ' Cause I' m sorta' | |
| Sick of loosin' money | |
| When I work so hard | |
| So if I catch ya bootleggin' | |
| I' m a pull your card |
| zuò cí : E. Schrody J. Kirkland | |
| zuò qǔ : E. Schrody J. Kirkland | |
| UH... | |
| Word is Bond | |
| I' m a numba 1 | |
| Grab your chest | |
| Getcha lead outcha asshole | |
| I break it off like a kitkat | |
| ' Cause ya can' t get that | |
| Worth while style | |
| Underground sound | |
| So now your frontin' | |
| Tryin to fake it | |
| Complain ya never make it | |
| And pretty soon you' re runnin' buttnaked | |
| So your ass starts to rob and steel | |
| Madd jealous ' cause my shit' s got mass appeal | |
| And now I' m rhymin with 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 it | |
| You know I got the funky sound | |
| You still up un the air | |
| ' Cause last year I said " Jump Around" | |
| I' m rollin thick | |
| So I know you can see me | |
| I got mad little white kids | |
| Wishin' they could be me | |
| So don' t step up ' cause I' m a come out blastin' | |
| You just a quickie | |
| Punk, I' m Everlastin' | |
| Now let me hear my man... | |
| Yo It' s Diamond D | |
| The psycotic | |
| Narrotic | |
| Pete' s an idiotic | |
| Smoke the boom thats exotic | |
| With my man Everlastin' | |
| Brotha' s be askin' me | |
| For the Fee | |
| Kid, my name ain' t 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 ya | |
| Don' t 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 wealin' and dealin' | |
| But your shit ain' t appealin' | |
| So make haste | |
| I' ll stick it to a like paste | |
| Dont sleep | |
| I got the 9 on my waist | |
| 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 Ditc | |
| 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 | |
| ' Cause 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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