That's What It Is Lyrics

House Of Pain

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Lyrics to That's What It Is
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I rock the ill shit you know I kill shit And then I build shit Get off my dillsnick cause I don't play that my Style goes way back I kick my one time through fuck the playback I go off my head you know I shave my shit And you don't quit,I say you don't quit Cause i'm the protigal son you get well done,just like a stake give me a break,like nell carter It's tarter on your teeth Home boy you got beef well then you get broke cause my crews no joke the house of pain,is kicking up dirt And if were inside the jam then were lifting up the skirts Grabbing on the snatch,feeling onn the skins I'm knocking on your door hunny let in cause I'm down with the freak mode baby I'm at my sexual peek young lady Ain't nobody cooler than my man sunnydueler don't you fuck around I'll smack your nuckles with a ruler just like a nun from a cathalic school I make you drool,and play the fool snatch ya by the ear,smack you up like a quier yake a puff off my blunt and sip my beer kick the mean style,levis in a pile Everlast is my name I'm from the house of pain you know that I never play the punk role Cause I'm a white Irish man with funk soul chorus thats what it is ya'll thats what it isX4 Smooth like berretta Quicker then a jetta soft like a feather you little bed wetter baby,maybe,I heard you caught the rabbies Bighting on my shit, I have to say maybe sun will rocking untill tomorrow I got the right one like ray charles follow swollow punk pass the bottle cause I get wrecked like if I crashed my auto I'll play it or win it I've done it or did it some say I'm kidding But wright at this minute I'll freak it or funk it like a country ?pumkin? from albakurky,Who's gonna carve the turkey ready sir entertain like merve,griffen sniffing panties on my perk? the dueby funk fellow,smooth like jell-o some say mello,complicated like a dello the freaking who speaking,freakes in every weekend cause I'll be trick$treating I used to drive a lincoln Driving speeding,hey rick i'm reading I'make more money then that kid Alex keaton chorus I ripp fleesh yes ya'll'an for the mess hall And get your grub,while i'm rhyming on your dub getting play at the club,then I step to the pub and crack a brew what the fuck you gonna do I rippshit kill cut your gut And spill'it treat you likea a gas tank take your ass and fill'it and take yopu for a ride to were I reside put your face into my pillow have you weeping like a willow tax that but,wax that ass bust a nut in your teeth and wait for you too beef chorus (X8)

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