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Word Is Bond Lyrics

Artist: House Of Pain
Album: Same As It Ever Was

featuring Diamond D

UH...

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'

[CHORUS]

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

[CHORUS]

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

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