Keep it Comin` — текст песни (House Of Pain)

Uh huh, come on
Smokin` up an L
Might kill a brain cell
But I might as well
I`m on a highway to hell
Totally consumed
By an earie feelin`
I hear pigs squealin`
Soldiers of fortune
Are torchin` huts
The girls on them TVs
Are shakin` their butts
I`m hyperventilatin`
I might be hallucinatin`
Yo I got a chill
I`m feelin` sort of ill
I`m goin` mad
But aren`t ya glad
I used Dial
I`m goin out like style

chorus

Uh and ya don`t quit
Yeah, keep it comin`
And ya don`t stop
They say
Uh and ya don`t quit

I got complexes
Ya can`t figure out
My dad said
He`s a bum, kick the nigger out
My head`s fucked up
But I lucked up
And got a hit record
Now I`m well respected
I can go places I never went before
I still dress the same
So it must be my name
I can`t deal
With who`s real and who`s not
Who treated me the same
When my record wasn`t hot
They said I couldn`t eat too

So I put my cake down
I think I`m having a breakdown

chorus

It`s not paranoia
I got something for ya
It`s made of chrome
And it`ll burst you dome
No joke my gun`ll
Blow a fuckin` tunnel
Right through your body
FREE JOHN GOTTY
I`ll leave with you hotty
And I`ll take her home
Lay her down on her back
And I`ll make her moan

chorus

Uh and ya don`t quit
Yeah, keep me cummin`
And ya don`t stop
Soul Assasins and ya don`t stop
FunkDoobie and ya don`t stop
Cypress Hill and ya don`t stop
House of Pain and ya don`t stop
Soul Assasins and ya don`t stop