FilesTube  Groups  Video  Games  Lyrics  Software  More
Help | You are not logged in Log in | Sign up

Browse by band : 0-9 A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z


Lyrics » Letter : H » Artist : House of Pain » X-Files Lyrics

Lyrics options

Rate it :
0 votes

Views : 500
Add to favourites

Listen this artist songs

No results were found.
Search for X-Files in on FilesTube

Watch this artist video

No results were found.
Search for X-Files on FilesTube Video

Other lyrics by this artist

See all

Similar lyrics

Text for international users

X-Files by House of Painالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

X-Files by House of Pain

     

Translate lyrics into:
English | Polish | Spanish | French | Russian | Italian | German


Well if Jesus is your Lord
Then praise your God
If Islams your thing Allah you Akbar
And if you represent the six pointed star
Then my Heebs back home told me to say Shalom
I put grooves in the mix
I make moves like the Knicks
And take ya straight up the lane
I block out the frame
And then I freeze it
Believe it
You need it like Heron
Before you get ya fight on
Kid, get your stare on
Here come the Dondada making ghettos red hotta
I drop the boom bata like Jake Lamatta
I can single you out
And isolate ya like Mono
I'm undefeated like Rocky Marciano
Hit ya right below the belt
Now ya singing saprano
Talk what ya talk still you don't know what I know

[CHORUS]

Some fiend for ass
Some fiend for cash
Some do the knowledge
Some do the math
Some stick to the road
Some stray from the path
Some do the knowledge
Some do the math

Now East Coast
Westcoast
Money, what's the beef
Its goin down rough like swallowin teeth
I say word to Dim Lizzy
Kid I gets busy
And Ill knock all of y'all off this Wonderwall
Cause on a daily basis
I rock like Oasis
Bit the Beatles style from a fetus to a child
I kill fourteen billion cells puffin' L's
Stompin' devils on all nine levels of Hell
Check the transmission
Hear the transition
Observe the technition
INFI(?) Nightvision
Ya hot like reels
I lace my drug deals
As you scheme to check feels
On chicks in high heels
Its all bright and sunny
When ya holdin' big money
Buy my Sonics got Youth
Plus my Muds got Honey
I can be the King of Grunge if I blows my sponge away
here's a little black spot on a sunny day
But y'all don't care if my souls up there
So come on and feel the sting from the true Pain King!

Writer : SCHRODY, ERIK / DIMANT, LEOR
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., UNIVERSAL MUSIC-CAREERS

These lyrics are not available for printing.

 My favourite lyrics

Log in here to see your favourites list.

Bookmark us

Great lyrics sites:


Recently watched videos


beer brigade 15m 33s ago blue ruin 15m 54s ago coffe 5m 25s ago delilah 16m 2s ago everyday and every night i... 15m 15s ago everytime 9m 8s ago harmonic generator 16m 9s ago horny horny horny tonight 8m 54s ago i'm honey honey honey so... 11m 59s ago i'm like david banner when... 8m 28s ago just call me angel 15m 1s ago le sang de la vendetta 15m 52s ago let my play my reggae music 13m 35s ago lost as one 15m 46s ago norte 8m 12s ago our swords 15m 39s ago pictures 5m 22s ago picturing 4m 0s ago rock bottom 4m 34s ago rollin dice 11m 32s ago shouldn't know better 3m 24s ago so bring what you got 3m 15s ago sui tuoi nei 16m 12s ago we are young 12m 31s ago when you leave i realize i... 9m 0s ago