Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Word Is Bond, artist - House Of Pain. Album song Same As It Ever Was, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.06.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
Word Is Bond |
Word is Bond |
I’m a numba 1 |
Grab your chest |
Getcha lead outcha asshole X4 |
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 fuck 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 |