LRC歌词
[ar:house of pain]
[ti:What's That Smell (explicit)]
[by:]
[00:00.00]What's That Smell - House of Pain
[00:04.92]Baby because
[00:06.16]("Lord have mercy")
[00:12.75]This is for all you dirty b**ches out there
[00:16.00]Suck up on this motherf**kin' nuts
[00:18.46](I say "Lord have mercy")
[00:22.66]Say stop Hey what's that sound
[00:25.93]Everybody look what's goin' down
[00:28.38]I'm everlastin' forever on a roll
[00:31.22]I'm rockin' to the boat steamin' gray matter tone
[00:34.11]I ain't sayin' I'm God but you can graft this
[00:36.95]Chances are if I'm a star I'd be Johnny Mathis
[00:39.67]On some smooth sh*t I'd be gaming all the honeys
[00:42.81]Hitting Hugh Hefner with his Playboy Bunnies
[00:45.32]Check the Sunday funnies I'd be reading Doonesbury
[00:48.32]See me after dark love sh*t be getting scary
[00:51.13]I'll freak you like Carrie on the night of the prom
[00:53.77]Let's keep it cool and calm I'll start stroking your palm
[00:56.78]Work my way up your arm start kissing your ear
[00:59.40]Maybe licking your lips then pulling your hair
[01:02.15]Yeah I freak the back spasm to get the orgasm
[01:05.21]And if my legs cramp girl I lick that stamp
[01:07.83]I got it sewn love so you ain't got no worries
[01:10.42]Hold up wait a second my vision's gettin' blurry
[01:13.60]Stop hey what's that smell
[01:16.46]Someone laced dust all up in my L
[01:19.42]B**ches start sweatin' once the pockets swell
[01:21.89]Let's take it back fourteen billion cells
[01:25.07]Periodic measures to say my rhymes
[01:27.97]Too much of this d**e need growth-type slow
[01:30.52]Off a poet's tree let me blow my leaves
[01:33.34]Shake off my roots and pull up my sleeves
[01:36.05]Break a branchling wist stick
[01:37.73]Lyrics for the mystical
[01:39.10]Yo fancy shake your chancy
[01:41.55]Our transystem is torn MCs
[01:44.65]I hymn-zen then I'm casualies
[01:47.63]Pot smoke-seeds relativities
[01:50.26]Seize it I be on every first ability
[01:52.97]Of chaos a higher form of infinity
[01:55.83]Gettin' me virtually supreme ID
[01:58.73]Reflectors and tackers
[02:00.00]At which my faster phrased words
[02:01.62]Super-lax break raps and MCs jump off wacks
[02:04.18]Revolves and steers and still sees time stilt
[02:06.81]I work for Real Bill Divine it's lyrical chill
[02:09.48]I say "Stop" hey what's that smell
[02:12.75]Someone laced dust all up in my L
[02:15.73]B**ches start sweatin' when the pockets swell
[02:18.21]Let's take it back fourteen billion cells
[02:21.26]Stop hey what's that smell
[02:24.00]Someone laced dust all up in my L
[02:26.91]B**ches start sweatin' when the pockets swell
[02:29.57]Let's take it back fourteen billion cells
文本歌词
What's That Smell - House of Pain
Baby because
("Lord have mercy")
This is for all you dirty b**ches out there
Suck up on this motherf**kin' nuts
(I say "Lord have mercy")
Say stop Hey what's that sound
Everybody look what's goin' down
I'm everlastin' forever on a roll
I'm rockin' to the boat steamin' gray matter tone
I ain't sayin' I'm God but you can graft this
Chances are if I'm a star I'd be Johnny Mathis
On some smooth sh*t I'd be gaming all the honeys
Hitting Hugh Hefner with his Playboy Bunnies
Check the Sunday funnies I'd be reading Doonesbury
See me after dark love sh*t be getting scary
I'll freak you like Carrie on the night of the prom
Let's keep it cool and calm I'll start stroking your palm
Work my way up your arm start kissing your ear
Maybe licking your lips then pulling your hair
Yeah I freak the back spasm to get the orgasm
And if my legs cramp girl I lick that stamp
I got it sewn love so you ain't got no worries
Hold up wait a second my vision's gettin' blurry
Stop hey what's that smell
Someone laced dust all up in my L
B**ches start sweatin' once the pockets swell
Let's take it back fourteen billion cells
Periodic measures to say my rhymes
Too much of this d**e need growth-type slow
Off a poet's tree let me blow my leaves
Shake off my roots and pull up my sleeves
Break a branchling wist stick
Lyrics for the mystical
Yo fancy shake your chancy
Our transystem is torn MCs
I hymn-zen then I'm casualies
Pot smoke-seeds relativities
Seize it I be on every first ability
Of chaos a higher form of infinity
Gettin' me virtually supreme ID
Reflectors and tackers
At which my faster phrased words
Super-lax break raps and MCs jump off wacks
Revolves and steers and still sees time stilt
I work for Real Bill Divine it's lyrical chill
I say "Stop" hey what's that smell
Someone laced dust all up in my L
B**ches start sweatin' when the pockets swell
Let's take it back fourteen billion cells
Stop hey what's that smell
Someone laced dust all up in my L
B**ches start sweatin' when the pockets swell
Let's take it back fourteen billion cells