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
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
Traduzione: House Of Pain. Cos'è questo odore.
Traduzione: House Of Pain. Cos'è questo odore?.
leather In my third car not braggin I'm just workin and saggin and laughin That you haters that said it couldn't happen It's goin down-down, shit's
my wife. If that?s what you demand, then that?s what I?ll deliver. If that?s what you demand, then that?s just what I?ll give you. If that?s your master
right here in your arms By the way, how you gettin along, huh? I know it's been tough bearing the pain since daddy's been gone But, all in all, you still
house I stumbled just a bit First Chorus: You play it cool but it's no use Dad ain't no fool and that's the truth Chewin' gum can't cover up that smell
like this yo)it's the warmth when it's cold and it's storming, it's drifting off to the sound of rain, it's getting up kicking goals in the morning, it's
Bone] Bone Thug Nature, Naughty by Harmony Forgive them father for they know not what they doin Treach in the motherfuckin house It's time to hit em
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
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 guarding
months short of thirty years when the boss man lays you off No thankin you no pair of shoes no shiny new gold watch Its payments you cant make on a house that
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
by my hand It's... keep ya mouth closed, live life long It's... it doesn't matter who's right or who's wrong It's... Duc-Lo, some niggaz gettin' it on
clique, and all of those whose pain with you share [Bushwick Bill] That's right, pain The pain that I feel Is the pain from shame The shame that you'
