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
quit Yeah, keep it comin' And ya don't stop They say Uh and ya don't quit It's not paranoia I got something for ya It's made of chrome And it'll burst
Traduzione: House Of Pain. Keep It Comin '.
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
no pain cause we drinkin Playin them hoes like manure First let my nigga fuck and then I fuck that's how we do it (ha ha!) It's two niggaz comin up out
the drug house Similar to savage it's a wonder we manage Bring chaos causin damage on our quest for cabbage They ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it
wish it was tamed? Cake ain't the same, playa, keep on yellin my name So they, made the cards I was delt in the game Take it how you give it, many keep
it easy, one of my jokes Now Slim and L.T. still keep the shit tight But when my nigga come ??? everythings gon' be alright Man, it's like this, the set is kinda pain
the estrogen Rhyme against the best a men, Jane burn it up When you hear it in the whip, tell your man to turn it up! [Wordsworth] Yo...get it...yo Yo
Watch out my nigga we dominate Make it to where you cant concentrate Releasing it through when we bomb on hate Real life comin atcha, real life shit
faces ?? Crossed over, back to the hood we souljahs The music nigga make it back, scandlous But fate kicked in and award shows and we winnin now Gotta keep it comin
no way that they can keep up (keep up) 'Cause we keepin' the heat on. It really don't matter where we can meet up! [Chorus] [Wish Bone:] N-gga had it
Crossed over, back to the hood we souljahs The music nigga make it back, scandlous But fate kicked in and award shows and we winnin now Gotta keep it comin
talkin blood money Straight Blood Money We talkin drug money It's drug money It's drug money Drug Money [Ace Hood:] Okay we getting from us servin weight Get it
shit I'd rather do it on my own do it all alone he was dipped [x2] [Brother Lynch] This some fake nigga pain How could I of knew it fat supply of liquor
done cut his baby momma off for food stamps cause ain't no love it just crimes and drugs in it guns and thugs in it out there tryna get it they say that
20 years got mad tears leavin tears in they beers From the rear old school getting theirs You getting scared It is on & on and 3 steps ahead Hot topics shock in the house
Girl I'm tryin' to smile just to keep from cryin' But as a child I knew our hopes and dreams was dyin' One day at a time, it's like the blind leadin'
