《What’s That Smell(Explicit)》歌词

[00:00:00] What's That Smell (explicit) - house of pain

[00:00:04] Baby because

[00:00:06] ("Lord have mercy")

[00:00:12] This is for all you dirty bitches out there

[00:00:16] Suck up on this motherf**kin' nuts

[00:00:18] (I say "Lord have mercy")

[00:00:22] Say stop Hey what's that sound

[00:00:25] Everybody look what's goin' down

[00:00:28] I'm everlastin' forever on a roll

[00:00:31] I'm rockin' to the boat steamin' gray matter tone

[00:00:34] I ain't sayin' I'm God but you can graft this

[00:00:36] Chances are if I'm a star I'd be Johnny Mathis

[00:00:39] On some smooth shit I'd be gaming all the honeys

[00:00:42] Hitting Hugh Hefner with his Playboy Bunnies

[00:00:45] Check the Sunday funnies I'd be reading Doonesbury

[00:00:48] See me after dark love shit be getting scary

[00:00:51] I'll freak you like Carrie on the night of the prom

[00:00:53] Let's keep it cool and calm I'll start stroking your palm

[00:00:56] Work my way up your arm start kissing your ear

[00:00:59] Maybe licking your lips then pulling your hair

[00:01:02] Yeah I freak the back spasm to get the orgasm

[00:01:05] And if my legs cramp girl I lick that stamp

[00:01:07] I got it sewn love so you ain't got no worries

[00:01:10] Hold up wait a second my vision's gettin' blurry

[00:01:13] Stop hey what's that smell

[00:01:16] Someone laced dust all up in my L

[00:01:19] Bitches start sweatin' once the pockets swell

[00:01:21] Let's take it back fourteen billion cells

[00:01:25] Periodic measures to say my rhymes

[00:01:27] Too much of this dope need growth-type slow

[00:01:30] Off a poet's tree let me blow my leaves

[00:01:33] Shake off my roots and pull up my sleeves

[00:01:36] Break a branchling wist stick

[00:01:37] Lyrics for the mystical

[00:01:39] Yo fancy shake your chancy

[00:01:41] Our transystem is torn MCs

[00:01:44] I hymn-zen then I'm casualies

[00:01:47] Pot smoke-seeds relativities

[00:01:50] Seize it I be on every first ability

[00:01:52] Of chaos a higher form of infinity

[00:01:55] Gettin' me virtually supreme ID

[00:01:58] Reflectors and tackers

[00:02:00] At which my faster phrased words

[00:02:01] Super-lax break raps and MCs jump off wacks

[00:02:04] Revolves and steers and still sees time stilt

[00:02:06] I work for Real Bill Divine it's lyrical chill

[00:02:09] I say "Stop" hey what's that smell

[00:02:12] Someone laced dust all up in my L

[00:02:15] Bitches start sweatin' when the pockets swell

[00:02:18] Let's take it back fourteen billion cells

[00:02:21] Stop hey what's that smell

[00:02:24] Someone laced dust all up in my L

[00:02:26] Bitches start sweatin' when the pockets swell

[00:02:29] Let's take it back fourteen billion cells