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from Everlast - I Get By [single] (2011)
디스 이즈 힙합 ..
ttj25 Party On Fifth Ave. Mac Miller Stereo Hearts (Feat. Adam Levine Of Maroon 5) Gym Class .. Let`s Go (Feat. Jay-Z) Jaz-O, T.. Jaz-O The Immobilarie 곡 60 | 담기 11 | 추천 3 |
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from Cypress Hill - Rise Up (2010)
[feat. Everlast]
Im at a strange point of my life, my spirit ignites, Im destined for heights, I'm so solid with the quest of the life, Im under pressure but the time is right, For me to look inside of myself, the time passes by every night, Im searching for answers meanwhile my faith does surprise, And my neighbours are looking at me with hate in their eyes, Quad and tea, the streets filled with death and lies, Was set up to die but we plant seeds to rise, So when day comes pray so a miracle will keep it protected, Some of us gotta go but you know it you expect it, I gotta believe, in more than I see,in something better than this, whatever it is, I need a quate before my feeling is gone, Maybe my feeling is wrong But ill embrace it like a beautiful song, I feel something strong coming along, I cant explain what it is, but I'm relaxed till my mind is gone. Day destroys the night, Night divides the day, Reaper's hold is tight, Lord take my pain away. This feeling is hitting me hard, my soul is scarred, The feeling is saw like I'm getting a message from god, Believin in cause, no one believes in the laws, The reason the strong breaks - a soul is lost, Im searching for my soul in a myst of boldest insanity, I'd vanity my home is a warzone callamity, randomly, Tragedies happen I'm sick of this life, I'd give in a minute the Vicapri is from stripe, Gotta bond with the new brothers, leditucci and Cheddars survival of our mothers would be proud of us, When the day comes and we rise the high of our faith, And nothing can touch us, we dont the feel the mothers, Now the bees inside of my head, the life that I lead, Left me for dead and lost on the path that I tread, I blade so many to rest, from family to friends We pretend it doesnt happen, but when will it end? Day destroys the night, Night divides the day, Reaper's hold is tight, Lord take my pain away. I gotta new thought in my mind, in a matter of time, Ill be in a sublime state of the spiritual kind, My family is holding me high, theyre nervous inside, I can see in their eyes pride but the eyes dont lie, If the celebration continues Ill follow my heart, And my home is being infected from the poisonous dart. Its fallin apart, I dont wanna see its demise. So imma have to make a difference to remember I tried, My brother and sister smiling as I leave in the night, My mother kisses me on the cheek and my father is quiet, No words need to be said as my patters begun, cause Nothing can break the chain of a father and son, As I take a step in the street where my destiny lies, Tryin to focus, my nerves got my stomach in ties, Rollin in a club god damn these people are young, But needs to be done so Ill reach you over the hoe. Day destroys the night, Night divides the day, Reaper's hold is tight, Lord take my pain away. |
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from V.I.P. (2009)
Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin,
I came to win, battle me that′s a sin. I won′t tear my sack up, punk you better back up, try an play the role, and the whole crew will act up Get up, stand up, c′mon put your hands up, if you got the feelin, jump across the ceiling. Muggs let the funk flow, someone′s talkin junk yo, I bust em in the eye, then I take the punks ho Feelin, funkin, amps in the trunk and I got more ryhmes than the cop′s at a Dunkin, donut shop, sure enough I got props from the kids on the hill, and my mom and my pops I came to get down, I came to get down, so get out your seat and jump around Jump Around 3x Jump up, Jump up and get down Jump (chant 17x) I′ll serve your ass like John Mchenroe, if your girl steps up I′m smackin the ho. Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs, I got more ryhmes than a bibles got psalms. And just like the botical son I return, anyone steppin to me you′ll get burned Cause I got lyrics which you ain′t got none, if ya come to battle, bring a shotgun But if ya do your a fool cause i do to the death, tryin to step to me you take your last breath. I got the skill, come get your feel, cause when I shoot, I shoot to kill. I came to get down, I came to get down, so get out your seat and jump around. (Chorus) I′m the cream of the crop, I rise to the top, I never eat the pig, cause the pig is a cop Or better yet a terminator, like Arnold Shwrezeneger, trying to play me out as if my name was zeger. But I ain′t goin out like no punk bitch, get used to one style, yo and I might switch it up up and around then buck buck get down, put out your head then you wake up in the dawn of the day. I′m comin to get ya, I′m comin to get ya, spittin out lyrics, homie I′m with ya. I came to get down, I came to get down, so get out your seat and jump around. (Chorus) |
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from House Of Pain - Rhino Hi-Five: House Of Pain (2006)
Straight out the casket, rising up. Open up your eyes. Can't you see me.
What the fuck is this? Madness. Pick up my bones. Erase my name from off the tombstones. Alive and kicking. Breathing the air. Call out my name, punk, and I'll be there. No question. My suggestions of the action. Caught smack dab in the middle of the blastin' Messin' with me, you're messin' with the best. Bleow, you're takin' two shots to your chest. 'Cause I'm back from the dead. Everlast's comin' back from the dead. [Back from the dead.] You know I'm back from the dead. And I'll put a friggin' hole in your head. Back from the dead. Back from the dead. You can't disrespect it, I'm the resurrected. Back from the dead just to mess with your head. I'll stress what I said, but I won't repeat it. If you've got a cold starve it, if you've got a fever feed it. And if you can't feed it then why not blow. You may be positive and not even know. I rock the hardcore from the floor to the ceiling. I give sexual healing, I'll get your girl squealing. Like a pig. My grave's somethin' you can never dig. I'll rock a mausoleum, backyard a colosseum. 'Cause I'm back from the dead. Everlast's comin' back from the dead. [Back from the dead.] You know I'm back from the dead. House of Pain's in effect, nuff said. Skip the autopsy 'cause I never O.D.'d. I only puff boom, kid, I never get skeed. I don't sniff or shoot up. Rip I'll stick my boot up, Your ass. Quick fast. Everlast don't jive. Just like Pearl Jam I'm Still Alive. [sample of Pearl Jam, I think!] Spreadin' like tumors, gossip and lies. Exaggerated rumours of my demise. And if you beleived 'em, well then you got gassed. The media deceived 'em just like in the past. 'Cause I'm back from the dead. Everlast's comin' back from the dead. [Back from the dead.] You know I'm back from the dead. And I'll put a friggin' hole in your head. Back from the dead. Back from the dead. Like Steven Segal I'm Hard To Kill. Like G.G. Allen I'm crazy ill. I'll beat you down with my mike, kick your ass with my Nike. Bust you in the eye if you tell another lie. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Thinkin' I'm dead you must be smokin' dust. Come see me bust in the flesh it's a must. 'Cause I'm back from the dead. Everlast comin' back from the dead. You know I'm back from the dead. House of Pain's in effect, nuff said. Back from the dead. (to fade). |
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from House Of Pain - Rhino Hi-Five: House Of Pain (2006)
Pack it up, pack it in
Let me begin I came to win Battle me that's a sin I won't tear the sack up Punk you'd better back up Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up Get up, stand up, come on! Come on, throw your hands up If you've got the feeling jump across the ceiling Muggs is a funk fest, someone's talking junk Yo, I'll bust em in the eye And then I'll take the punks home Feel it, funk it Amps it are junking And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are dunking Donuts shop Sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill Plus my mom and my pops I came to get down So get out your seats and jump around Jump around Jump up Jump up and get down Jump I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe If your steps up, I'm smacking the ho Word to your moms I came to drop bombs I got more rhymes than the bible's got psalms And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned Cause I got lyrics and you ain't got none So if you come to battle bring a shotgun But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel to the death Try and step to me you'll take your last breath I gots the skill, come get your fill Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill Listen to the sound that pounds, I jump around I'm no clown, I get down To the funk, listen to the wig out And step to the rear, dear, cause I'm here The P to the E to the T E rockin' The runs in your stockin' So hon, put the lock in Chillin' with the House Of Pain Blood stains the ground Huh, I jump around I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top I never eat a pig cause a pig is a cop Or better yet a terminator Like Arnold Schwarzenegger Try'n to play me out like as if my name was Sega But I ain't going out like no punk bitch Get used to one style and you know I might switch It up up and around, then buck buck you down Put out your head then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead I'm coming to get ya, coming to get ya Spitting out lyrics homie I'll wet ya |
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from House Of Pain - Rhino Hi-Five: House Of Pain (2006)
Runnin up on ya
The House of Pain...runnin' up on ya(2x) Give me some elbow room Spark the boom Then pass it I'll drop ya like acid Ya might get blasted If ya step to the crew with the Irish Pride Ya wish ya died Cause I don't let shit slide Shin Fane It's the House of Pain Our day will come Boom she lach lach My shit's cocked Ya better run Get a gun Get a bomb It's on like Vietnam Then run and get ya mom And ask why Daddy's buggin' Chuggin' Black & Tan's Smacking Fan I'm breakin' up the set I'm gettin' bitches wet Gettin' all the dough I'm leavin with ya ho And if the ho's white Yo, ya might lose your life Cause I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'll rip out ya veins With hooks and chains Just like Pinhead I used to rock a skinhead Now I got a fade Case I'm paid And the bomb is played Everybody's done it So Ev can never run it I started that shit two years ago Your girl started lookin' good five beers ago So I might step to her But I just wanna' screw her I don't want to take her I just wanna' make her Scream out my name Cause the Pain's in the House Bust a nut in her gut And leave a stain in her blouse Then pull up my draws And she's all yours again And if ya got a beef punk Better bring a friend Cause I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm commin' 'round the corner I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm runnin' up on ya Punk you're a goner Put the gun away Run away Better chill Better yet still Let me get ill I can drop a bomb Full of semen in ya mom And keep her screamin till dawn Cause the E can rock on like a One, two and ya don't stop Ya might get dropped Cause I don't And I swear I don't have a gun I ain't gonna' when Cause I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna warn ya Runnin' up on ya |
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from House Of Pain - Rhino Hi-Five: House Of Pain (2006)
I kicks the flava, like Steven King writes horror
If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora Are you a hore or are you a lady? Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady? Let me know hon, the deed'll get done Just assume the position, I'll take my rod And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin' When it comes to givin' pleasure, I'm every woman's treasure I came to work your body, so let me do my job I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot I never been a front, I never a fraud I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom Chorus (boom sha lock lock boom) All right now (Boom sha lock lock boom) A little louder (Boom sha lock lock boom) Everybody (Boom sha lock lock boom) All right now Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper Hit ya like a lyrical murderer I know ya think I have, but yo I never heard of ya Just because you heard of me kid Fuck around until you do the lifetime bid I'll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead When it comes to tools, T's the sharpest in the shed Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king It ain't no thing, my cargo ring We'll bust you in the crib I got the skill, you gots to chill Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boom Chorus I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles I rock all mikes, I last all night I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts Step up bo, I'll kock out your gold fronts Everlast, that's my name My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame The House Of Pain's the name of my clip You can't be down, punk, get off my dick You make me sick, like strawberry Quik Your style is wack, you ain't the mac So yo step back, get off the crack And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom Chorus (2x) |
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from House Of Pain - Rhino Hi-Five: House Of Pain (2006)
Here come the...here come the, Here come the PAIN (PAIN)...X4
Uplift your soul Get your house in order MC's be actin' like they walkin' on water I'll break ya down like a poem wrote in Hyku Who you gonna lie to Before I crucify you Hammer to the nails My face impailen' My acid flashbacks got everything trailin' I'm sailen blind on the open sea Like an overload of Coatahacian refugees And I'm on my knees My face on the rug One more frustration for my salvation My jinns buggin up Got me fuckin' up Callin' my flesh But my sole wouldn't mesh [Chorus] So lick a shot when I heat up the spot I'm taking from the have's 'Cause to be the have nots Lick a shot when I heat up the spot Boy, where you gonna run when the gun get hot So lick a shot when I heat up the spot I'm taking from the have's 'Cause to be the have nots Lick a shot when I heat up the spot Boy, where you gonna run when the gun get hot Here come the...here come the...here come the PAIN...X4 I got the pressures of the world comin' down all around me I thought I was lost but thank god you found me I'm gettin' crazy ideas of suicide Lord I tried...Lord I tried To make the best of what I got I keep on takin' my shots From the critics and the media That's what it be to ya But you can stick it where the sun don't shine 'Cause I'm goin for mine I rock it all the time HERE COME THE PAIN [CHORUS] Well in the race for rats that be holdin' gats I'll run the hustle on the legend like Minnesota Fats Not Domino cause your wisdom found at thrill Drunk on strawberry hill the episode be re-runnin' Over and over, and three times a lady She said peep the scene at the end I ain't shady But, you and me be hush hush The word be mush If you take the low pro I'll still give you some 'Cause I got a man and he pays my bills Keeps my wears real fly and hooks my hair and nails Baby don't sweat it...baby keep calm...baby don't worry I be Vietkong I can live three days on a bowl of rice and a piece of fish I'll grant your every wish [CHORUS] |
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from Rhino Hi-Five: Rap [Vol 2] (2006)
I kicks the flava, like Steven King writes horror
If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora Are you a hore or are you a lady? Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady? Let me know hon, the deed'll get done Just assume the position, I'll take my rod And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin' When it comes to givin' pleasure, I'm every woman's treasure I came to work your body, so let me do my job I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot I never been a front, I never a fraud I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom Chorus (boom sha lock lock boom) All right now (Boom sha lock lock boom) A little louder (Boom sha lock lock boom) Everybody (Boom sha lock lock boom) All right now Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper Hit ya like a lyrical murderer I know ya think I have, but yo I never heard of ya Just because you heard of me kid Fuck around until you do the lifetime bid I'll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead When it comes to tools, T's the sharpest in the shed Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king It ain't no thing, my cargo ring We'll bust you in the crib I got the skill, you gots to chill Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boom Chorus I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles I rock all mikes, I last all night I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts Step up bo, I'll kock out your gold fronts Everlast, that's my name My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame The House Of Pain's the name of my clip You can't be down, punk, get off my dick You make me sick, like strawberry Quik Your style is wack, you ain't the mac So yo step back, get off the crack And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom Chorus (2x) |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Gets all my love X4
Pick up the pace Keep it Freak it Can ya keep a secret So can I Why ask why Try Bud dry I get fly smokin' a thai Puffin' a blunt Tokin' a spliff Stoppin' any crew that tries to rip The House of Pain Cypress Hill Funkdoobiest My girl's on the pill So I can drill And not have to kill An unborn child cause that's just wild I felt the pain I built the house All respect due to Mickey Mouse Club, I'm rhymin' on the dub Switch off the track so I can shout out my love Yeah, you know my mother, she gets all my love My sister Casandra My neice Jessica Rose They get all my love Danny Boy gets all my love My DJ Lethal, he gets all my love Cypress Hill, they get all my love Son Doobie the Vocal Avenger, he gets all my love Ralph Emms the Mexican gets all my love The Divine Styler, he gets all my love Bronx Style Bob and Claudia, they get all my love My man Wise Guy gets all my love Yes, you know my man Matt Champy gets all my love, rest in peace my brother I know you in a better place now than when you were here Kahaku gets all my love My man Cameron, First Born, Scribbles, and ATA, they get all my love 'Cause those are my boys, ya know, ha ha My man Al B. gets all my love Good lookin' out, my brother Yeah, my man Balthazar get even the thirteenth floor get all my love My man Captain Rudethrow gets all my love Yes, Kid Jazz and Kid Scratch, they get all my love Up in the boogie down Bronx I don't forget Yes, and for inspiration, I'd like to thank Allah He gets all my love All my love ALL MY LOVE |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
I'll light your ass up
And smoke you like a fag With the whole crew We'll take you for a long ride Little did you know You on the wrong side, son I got the gun and I'm not scared to use it Put your life on the line Homeboy you lose it That how it goes, homes I blow domes When I rock mircophones I can get swift to the riff from an old jam I'm wise like an old man And don't take shit from no clan Or crew, or gang, or crew, or club Wack MC's tryin' to rhyme it with my dub **** the bullshit The piece gets pulled quick Fourteen pulls on my trigger That's the whole clip And if there's anyone still standin' Thinkin' that they're runnin' shit They can come and get some of this * Come and get some of this Come and get some of this over here If not stand clear and you got nothin' to fear I'm livin' in a state of grace And it's a ****** up place I'll put my gun in your face If you set up you'll get broke up It's no joke, blood I write rhymes, drink beer, fight, smoke bud That's all I do It's all I need I buck down a little sucker Just to watch him bleed That's my style It's how I do my thing This is the House of Pain And I'm the king I come real with it Can ya deal with it Or will ya run for shelter Though you barely felt the House of Pain in full effect and if you come with disrespect You can come and get some of this *Repeat |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Stop...The law has been broken
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"Stop!.......
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Peckerwood, peckerwood, tell me your tale
Please do explain why your skin's so pale And you're so funky, now how can that be Like a bird in a tree on the TLP It's the Irish intellect, no one disrespected My shit'll get hectic real quick This is the House Of Pain (pain) And pain is one thing we're not Cause we know we've got Style and fashion, smoke some hash and I'm smackin' up girls like cars were crashin' Danny Boy, Danny Boy, the pipes are callin' Thought you was a winner, ya was, now you're all in That's right, damn skimpy, ya can't get with me I run the whole track and leave ya three laps back Chop seuy don't do me no good I gotta have corn beef and cabbage, if I wanna manage I never eat pig, but I'll fuck up a potato I'm not a dago, but pasta's all that My pockets stay phat, so step the fuck back You wanna move on me, you better bring an army I rip shit daily, ask my man Tom Baily I'm rockin' the clock like if I was Bill Hailey I'm cockin' my glock, and I got my shileighly So watch your lady, because I'm (Danny Boy!) Danny Boy (Danny Boy!) You know it's Danny Boy (Danny Boy!) 'S Danny Boy (Danny Boy!) You know it's Danny Boy (Danny Boy!) 'S Danny Boy (Danny Boy!) You know it's Danny Boy (Da ney Boy, Da Da ney Boy) Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountainside |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, we got Bo, Duke and Daisy goin' to
go see Boss Hogg. Then ya got Kooter fixin' over them cars... I don't need a glock cause I'm not a hard rock Got bitches on my jock, like New Kids On The Block I can't lose like Parker Lewis, I'm undefeated Step into my sector, homeboy, you'll get greeted By the 380 colt mustang in my pocket I had a few drinks already, don't make me cock it Cause if I have to cock it, well then it's gettin' shot And if it's gettin' shot, well, yo, you're gettin' bucked down I don't fuck around, I ain't got time for punks But I got time to smoke all the skunk philly blunts Stunts gather round, check out the sound And let's get down to do the nasty, freaky, funky Stinky, junky, let's bump uglies in the nighttime Between the sheets Cause I rock fly rhymes over funky beats The Celtic ruin, the legion of doom Now gimme the track, or with the fat back doom Now gimme some room, and I'll explode Cock back my hammer, then squeeze off my load So hit the road, Jack, and don't come back no more Or I'll be moppin' up the floor with your crew of soft core Punk pussy bitches, jail house snitches On stage, I get wrecked and I collect my riches I get the funky style, and like Gomer Pile You'll be 'Surprise surprise surprise!' as I Rise to the top, fuck a punk cop I'm always hip-hop, only a pimple goes pop So you better quit, zit I came to rip shit Blastin' with the Soul Assassins Askin' the question, teachin' the lesson Bringin' the West Coast back to the East Coast Where it all started, what're you, retarded You're startin' to trip from that Jheri curl drip Soakin' in your brain, the House Of Pain Is causin' pain, and feelin' pain So feel it Chorus Just feel it Feel it Just feel it C'mon, y'all, feel it Back to the rhyme, I'm always on time A lime to a lemon, yo, a lemon to a lime I rock the old school style and it's futile To step up, cause you'll get swept up Like dust, or I just might bust and unload my clip Unless you're a punk, then I'll just pop you in the lip And show you the deal, now how did that feel You know I'm killin' any pig that squeals I'm fillin' up reels of tape with my fly rhymes And I've got a subsciption to High Times Son Dooby's in the back, the Mexican Ralph Emms is on the track My DJ Lethal, he's on the cut When I bust a dope rhyme, it's like bustin' a nut So let me jerk off on the mic and get it sticky When I drink a brew it's either Guinness or mickeys I'll put your head out just like a fuckin' Malboro Don't fuck with me, punk, you know that I'm thorough Bred like a race horse, right-in-your-face force Feedin' you beats, straight off the streets So catch me catch me, if you can You know I'm the man like Chewbacca knows Han Solo, bolos are what I'll be throwin' When I be flowin', I get the job done Cause I'm number one, the Prodigal Son I left and I came back, but not with the same rap And not with the same style, I'm known to get buckwild The luck of the Irish spreads like a virus So feel it |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
I got the skills
To pay the bills I don't pop pills But I send chills Up your spine when I rhyme I get wicked You got a booger pick it Sippin' on the fourty Ya know it makes me ***** Spread them legs Grab my ass Fire up the grill and crack the kegs Nobody fear The party's here Everlast is comin' The funky drummer's drummin' Ya only came backstage To make the front page To get me locked up Or get yourself knocked up But I ain't with it Even if I did it I got a hundred homeboys to say I didn't hit it My name's Everlast I got the funky rhymes I make more papers than the LA Times I don't do lines But I puff blunts I don't rock fronts But I stuff stunts Fill 'em to the brim like a cup of coffee If ya don't know me Homey, back up off me 'Cause I ain't soft, see, I'll fly ahead You wind up dead You made your bed Now ya gotta lie in it, don't bother tryin' it Take my advice Homeboy, think twice Before you step up step back Or catch a smack Guess who's back *(He's back) Guess who's back (Everybody gonna scream) (He's back) Guess who's back (Everybody gonna scream) (He's back) Everybody he's back He's back from the dead With the shaved head Don't start to trip Dip, I brought my lead Just in case you wanna **** around I'll stare ya dead in the face And then I'll buck ya down I'll put ya six feet deep Some say talk's cheap But I make big bucks Servin' up punk ducks By the pound I got the sound I never been checked I only get wrecked I kick the willy drag Let my pants sag Don't give up the booty 'Cause I ain't no fag Checkin' out check it I'm prone to wreck shit If ya dig this joint Check the next shit I'm Everlast and it's a natural fact That the white man's back *Repeat I'll eat you up like some butter cups from Reese's I come in peace But you'll leave in pieces That's how I'm livin' That's how it goes Everyday I'm sleepin' Every night I'm doin' shows Always gettin' hoes when there's hoes to get got Always wear my hat so I never need a shot Always drink a beer before I write a rhyme And if I have to drive I avoid the one time Stay between the lines and I won't get pulled over I don't need luck 'cause I got a four leaf clover Yeah I'm Irish Word to the motherland But on the other hand I love America, apple pie, mom and all that My pockets stay fat Step the **** back Play me close and you catch a mean dose Of my fist Homeboy you get dissed *Repeat |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
I rock to ill shit, ya know I kill shit,
An' then build shit, get off my dilznit, 'Cause I don't play that, My style goes way back, I go off my head, ya know I shave my shit, I kicked my shit one time, Gook, F**k the playback! And ya don't quit, I say ya don't quit, 'Cause I'm the Prodigal Son, Ya get well-done, Just like a steak, Gimme A Break, Like Nell Carter, there's tartar on yer teeth, Homeboy ya got beef? Well then ya get broke, 'Cause my crew's no joke, The House o' Pain, Is kickin' up dirt an' if we're inside the jam, ya know we're liftin' up skirts, I'm knockin on your door, honey, Let me in... Grabbin on the snatch, feelin on the skin, 'Cause I'm down with the Freak-mode, baby, I'm at my sexual peak young lady. Ain't nobody cooler than my man Son Doobie, Don'tcha f**k around, I'll smack yer knuckles wit a ruler, Just like a nun from a Cath'lic school, I'll make ya drool, an' play the fool, Snatch ya up by th'ears, smack ya up like a queer, Take a puff off my blunt an' then sip my beer. Kick the mean style, Leave bodies in a pile, Everlast's my name, I'm from the House of Pain, Ya know that I never played the punk role, 'Cause I'm the light Irish man wit a funky soul... (Refrain) It's what it is, y'all It's what it is...(x4) You're soft like a feather, ya lil bedwetter, (Son Doobie) Baby, baby, I heard ya caught the rabies, Smoke like forever, quicker than the gender, Son'll be rockin, until tomorrow Bitin on my shit, I hafta say maybe... 'Cause I got the Right One, like Ray Charles, Follow, Swallow, the funk pass the bottle, 'Cause I get wrecked like if I crashed my Auto, I play it, I win it, I done it, I did it, Some say I'm trippin, but right at this minute, I'll freak it, I'll funk it, like a country bumpkin, From Alberquerque, Who's gonna carve the turkey? Ready, serve, entertain like Merv, The Doobie-Funk fellow, smooth like a Jello rip it, sniff it, Panties, I'm a perv. Some say mellow, complicated like a dello, The freakin, who's speakin? Tricks that I'll be beatin, 'Cause I'll be trick-or-treatin, I used to drive a Lincoln. Drivin, speedin, hey Rif, I'm readin! I make more money than that kid, Alex Keaton! (Refrain) Run for the messhall I rip felsh, yes y'all, an' get your grub While I'm rhymin on your dub, Gettin play at the club, What the f**k you gonna do? Then I step to the pub an' crack a brew- I rip shit, kill it, treat ya like a gas tank, take yer ass an' fill it, cut yer gut an' spill it, To where I reside, Put yer face in my pillow Then take ya for a ride An' have ya weepin like a willow. I tax that butt, wax that ass, An' wait for you to beef... Bust a nut in your teeth (Refrain |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
House Of Pain Anthem
I'm a wood peckin' peckerwood Take me out, ya never could Act up in my neighbourhood You better not, my aim is good The House Of Pain is not a gang Just a funky Irish name A Celtic savage makin' cabbage With corn beef on the side Irish pride is what I got I got alot so don't dispute it Constantly I'm suited If ya got a gun then shoot it Pick any beat I rock it I'm always in the pocket You try to ill, I grab my gat And now you see my cock it Next I pull the trigger I don't care if you're bigger You try to con yourself you're bulletproof But how ya figure? The caps that I'll be poppin' They'll have your body droppin' You thought you knew the deal But now you feel your heartbeat stoppin' I'm moppin' up the comp That's short for compitition I write my lyrics like The Irish mob in Hell's Kitchen The House Of Pain in effect, y'all I say the House Of Pain is in effect You know the House Of Pain is in effect y'all And anyone that steps up in gettin' wrecked I'm a beer drinkin' fighter The bike in Easy Rider I only roll my spliffs With the extra easy whiters Papers to vapors Is what you'll all be catchin' Meanwhile I'll be snatchin' Up your hoes and all your dough The styles that I'll be kickin' You know they're finger lickin' Good, the peckerwood never could play the victim Only the offender I go out on a bender Drink a case of brew And then disgrace the crew But only if it's mickeys I never wear no dickeys Only wear the Levi's My whole family cries |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
House Of Pain Anthem
I'm a wood peckin' peckerwood Take me out, ya never could Act up in my neighbourhood You better not, my aim is good The House Of Pain is not a gang Just a funky Irish name A Celtic savage makin' cabbage With corn beef on the side Irish pride is what I got I got alot so don't dispute it Constantly I'm suited If ya got a gun then shoot it Pick any beat I rock it I'm always in the pocket You try to ill, I grab my gat And now you see my cock it Next I pull the trigger I don't care if you're bigger You try to con yourself you're bulletproof But how ya figure? The caps that I'll be poppin' They'll have your body droppin' You thought you knew the deal But now you feel your heartbeat stoppin' I'm moppin' up the comp That's short for compitition I write my lyrics like The Irish mob in Hell's Kitchen Chorus The House Of Pain in effect, y'all I say the House Of Pain is in effect You know the House Of Pain is in effect y'all And anyone that steps up in gettin' wrecked I'm a beer drinkin' fighter The bike in Easy Rider I only roll my spliffs With the extra easy whiters Papers to vapors Is what you'll all be catchin' Meanwhile I'll be snatchin' Up your hoes and all your dough The styles that I'll be kickin' You know they're finger lickin' Good, the peckerwood never could play the victim Only the offender I go out on a bender Drink a case of brew And then disgrace the crew But only if it's mickeys I never wear no dickeys Only wear the Levi's My whole family cries Chorus |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin
I came to win, battle me that's a sin I won't ever slack up, punk you better back up Try and play the role and yo the whole crew'll act up Get up, stand up (c'mon!) c'mon throw your hands up If you've got the feeling, jump across the ceiling Muggs lifts a funk flow, someone's talking junk Yo I bust him in the eye, and then I'll take the punk's hoe Feelin, funkin, amps in the trunk and I got more rhymes than there's cops at a Dunkin' Donuts shop Sho' nuff, I got props From the kids on the Hill plus my mom and my pops I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seat and jump around! Jump around! (x3) Jump up, jump up and get down! Jump! (x17) I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe If your girl steps up, I'm smacking the hoe Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs I got more rhymes than the Bible's got Psalms And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned Cause I got lyrics, but you ain't got none If you come to battle bring a shotgun! But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel, to the death Trying to step to me, you'll take your last breath I got the skills, come get your fill Cause when I shoot the gift, I shoot to Kill I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seat and jump around! Jump around! (x3) Jump up, jump up and get down! Jump! (x17) I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top I never eat a pig, cause a pig is a cop Or better yet a Terminator, like Arnold Schwarzanegger Try to play me out like, as if my name was Sega But I ain't going out like no punk bitch Get used to one style and yo and I might switch it up up and around, then buck buck you down Put out your head and then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead I'm coming to get ya, I'm coming to get ya Spitting out lyrics, homie I'll wet ya I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seat and jump around! Jump around! (x3) Jump up, jump up and get down! Jump! (x33) Yo, this is dedicated.. to Joe.. DeBerg.. Dakota! Grab your bozack, punk! |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin
I came to win, battle me that's a sin I won't ever slack up, punk you better back up Try and play the role and yo the whole crew'll act up Get up, stand up (c'mon!) c'mon throw your hands up If you've got the feeling, jump across the ceiling Muggs lifts a funk flow, someone's talking junk Yo I bust him in the eye, and then I'll take the punk's hoe Feelin, funkin, amps in the trunk and I got more rhymes than there's cops at a Dunkin' Donuts shop Sho' nuff, I got props From the kids on the Hill plus my mom and my pops I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seat and jump around! Jump around! (x3) Jump up, jump up and get down! Jump! (x17) I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe If your girl steps up, I'm smacking the hoe Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs I got more rhymes than the Bible's got Psalms And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned Cause I got lyrics, but you ain't got none If you come to battle bring a shotgun! But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel, to the death Trying to step to me, you'll take your last breath I got the skills, come get your fill Cause when I shoot the gift, I shoot to Kill I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seat and jump around! Jump around! (x3) Jump up, jump up and get down! Jump! (x17) I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top I never eat a pig, cause a pig is a cop Or better yet a Terminator, like Arnold Schwarzanegger Try to play me out like, as if my name was Sega But I ain't going out like no punk bitch Get used to one style and yo and I might switch it up up and around, then buck buck you down Put out your head and then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead I'm coming to get ya, I'm coming to get ya Spitting out lyrics, homie I'll wet ya I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seat and jump around! Jump around! (x3) Jump up, jump up and get down! Jump! (x33) Yo, this is dedicated.. to Joe.. DeBerg.. Dakota! Grab your bozack, punk! |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin,
I came to win, battle me that′s a sin. I won′t tear my sack up, punk you better back up, try an play the role, and the whole crew will act up Get up, stand up, c′mon put your hands up, if you got the feelin, jump across the ceiling. Muggs let the funk flow, someone′s talkin junk yo, I bust em in the eye, then I take the punks ho Feelin, funkin, amps in the trunk and I got more ryhmes than the cop′s at a Dunkin, donut shop, sure enough I got props from the kids on the hill, and my mom and my pops I came to get down, I came to get down, so get out your seat and jump around Jump Around 3x Jump up, Jump up and get down Jump (chant 17x) I′ll serve your ass like John Mchenroe, if your girl steps up I′m smackin the ho. Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs, I got more ryhmes than a bibles got psalms. And just like the botical son I return, anyone steppin to me you′ll get burned Cause I got lyrics which you ain′t got none, if ya come to battle, bring a shotgun But if ya do your a fool cause i do to the death, tryin to step to me you take your last breath. I got the skill, come get your feel, cause when I shoot, I shoot to kill. I came to get down, I came to get down, so get out your seat and jump around. (Chorus) I′m the cream of the crop, I rise to the top, I never eat the pig, cause the pig is a cop Or better yet a terminator, like Arnold Shwrezeneger, trying to play me out as if my name was zeger. But I ain′t goin out like no punk bitch, get used to one style, yo and I might switch it up up and around then buck buck get down, put out your head then you wake up in the dawn of the day. I′m comin to get ya, I′m comin to get ya, spittin out lyrics, homie I′m with ya. I came to get down, I came to get down, so get out your seat and jump around. (Chorus) |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Back it up, smack it up, pop your corn
I got more style than Son Doobie's got horn Top o the morn, rise and shine LA swine, got no spine Drop that stick, pig, my crew's real thick Drop your gun, pig, and get a real dick I got my gat cause I don't trust ya Play me close and make me nervous, I'll bust ya LA's no joke, the cops don't care They'll beat ya down till there's just a fuckin' hair Of life left in ya, then they'll pin ya Way out in Wayside, watch your backside White and black crime is what goes on And life goes on * And life goes on (x13) And on and on till the break of dawn And on to the next day, ay yo, by the way Did you know about the science of creation About the Masons, about their nation Of disarm, this arm, a lega lega or a head To the thirty-third degree, you know that's me Ease back, so ease off or I'll squeeze off My clip, please don't trip, or we's gonna flip The House Of Pain makes clouds a rains On parades, I wear shades when it's sunny Sometimes I rock funny, I ain't in it for the money But I get mine before the show goes on And life goes on *Repeat |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Huh! Check it out! Everybody in the house, check it out!
The House Of Pain is in full effect Call me the corn fed, peckerwood, redneck cracker White bread, shit kickin' Irish beat jacker Comin' with the style of a Celtic rebel Those who ain't on my level call me the blue eyed devil But that's just because they don't know what I know And that's just because they can't flow like I flow I rip shit, dip shit, so what you gotta say Why you wanna play, I fuck you up with no delay And knock your motherfucking fronts out Smoke my philly blunts out, my buddha never runs out I turn the little scunts out And I got the hookers callin' me pops Once their cherry pops, Everlast gets all the props I'm hittin' skins from here to Copenhagen I bed the wenches cause you know I'm a pagan The House Of Pain, that's the name of my crew You don't like it, tough luck, what the fuck you gonna do Nothin', you ain't sayin' nothin' You need to start puffin' and relax Or you'll wind up gettin' taxed For your money, for your jewels, for your car, for your ho My crew, they start trippin' while I'm rippin' up the show * Mickey Mouse, you know he's in the house I said Mickey Mouse, you know he's in the house One for the road, this is one for the road For my man Matt Champy, this is one for the road Tura lura lura, tura lura lie Tura lura lura, that's an Irish lullaby No need to act fly, you'll be sayin' nighty-night The place you're in is right if you're lookin' for a fight Step up, your blood, I spill it Put on the beat, I kill it I'll burn ya like some bacon that's been fryin' in my skillet Move over Sizzlean, my favorite color's green But I'll beat ya black and blue, cause I'm always with my crew *Repeat(x2) |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Yea, check it out now
Everybody check it out now Yo, I got the corn beef I got the moz I got the shotty Ay yo, I got the buck shot Ay yo, I got the burgers I got the grill If you're steppin' up next Ya better flex that skill The House Of Pain is in full effect Everybody in the place give full respect If your girl's in the house keep the ho in check And if I'm bustin' off caps, you better hit the deck Steppin' on stage with the fly routines I'm hemmin' up suckers like bell bottom jeans I always switch trains in Jamaica, Queens When I go to by the street to see my Aunt Ilene Danny Boy's comin' with the Irish style The money back guarantee, I make it worth your while I'm layin' out fools like kitchen tile You come around with a frown, and ya leave in a pile Step back man, I ain't a black man But everytime I grab the mike I rock a phat jam Without the Slimfast, and if I skim past You know I step up and get a ho with gym blast I give her what she wants, even if she fronts The Hill is down with the House, they got the philly blunts Ya know we roll 'em up, and then we light 'em up And then we puff them up and pass them So Danny Boy blasts 'em I got the shell-toed Adidas, with the fat strings The Celtic crosses, and the claudor rings The straight edges razor and the marther pump You heard me shit clickin', now it's time to jump Jump around just like a frog on a log Fuck the Dukes because I like Boss Hogg I'm hittin' home runs like my man Wade Boggs And if you try to act stupid, I'm droppin' the dogs Every time I go to town People start kickin' my dog around It makes no difference if my dog's a hound (hound) You better stop kickin' my dog around * Put on your shit kickers and kick some shit(x4) Now I've droppin' records since the age of seventeen First I came solo, but I now I got a team It's the four man crew, with the Irish stew You catch us puffin' on a blunt, and sippin' a brew What's up with that brew, man, hurry up and finish Now grab the bar maid and order me another Guinness You can drink the Guiness while I'm sippin' on the mickeys When it comes to hookers, yo, the Everlast is picky Always got my hat in case I come across a quicky And when I do my shows I get the hoes all hot and sticky The House Of Pain is in full effect, yea I say the House Of Pain is in full effect You know the House Of Pain is in full effect, yea And anyone who steps up is gettin' wrecked *Repeat(x2) Check it out now! Owww! I said the House Of Pain! We out |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
I rip shit like a bow when I flow
When I score points with the joints that I throw Cause I flow deadly I'm no punk see I break backs, make tracks and get funky There's now where to run to cause nobody cares MC's drop to your knees, say your prayers The luck of the Irish is about to kick in Prepare to die and notify your next of kin I'm goin' all out, buck, duck and call out That's how I'm livin, punk you better call out This is the House of Pain To come inside is insane * I'll put your head out (4x) Jump up spread out I'll put your head out I'll put your head out Put put your head out Jump up spread out I'll put your head out Hey what up punk?(punk) I'll put your head out Who steps the booze When the hoods wanna take a cruise They're feelin' the effects of the booze Ain't no clues to hold with them fools Who got smoked even though they scrat crews You got bruise but I got the booma Trigger to blast ya askin the bull Take my life shit, I'll take you to school In the do what's the difference if your think of droppin Jews Carbon copy think you're so cool Stop dreamin' and hallucinatin' You're caught up in a piece of pain Clip clip, punk, now you're thinkin' oh shit Quit while you're ahead before I fill you full of lead *Repeat Blessed with the gift, and gifts with the rhyme I never say quit when I'm out to get mine It's live and let die, sit back and get high Smokin' a fat blunt, waitin' for some punk To act up like he's got somethin' in him Then I grab the mike and start spittin' out venom Coughin' up headstones, blowin' out headphones Steppin' to me, you'll wind up in the Dead Zone It's nothin' personal, that's how it goes, G Step up with beef, and you'll wind up losin' teeth Cause I don't give up the mike that easy Step back, this ain't government cheese, G You can stand in line, but you ain't gettin' it Talk all the shit you want, but I ain't sweatin' it *Repeat |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Yo, the time has come
For everyone to clean up their own backyard Before they go knocking on their neighbor's door The House of Pain is cleaning up, sweeping up, clocking up Check it, check yourself before you check another It's the House of Pain, Pain, Pain.. |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah
I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora Are you a hore or are you a lady? Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady? Let me know hon, the deed'll get done Just assume the position, I'll take my rod And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin' When it comes to givin' pleasure, I'm every woman's treasure I came to work your body, so let me do my job I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot I never been a front, I never a fraud I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom * (boom sha lock lock boom) All right now (Boom sha lock lock boom) A little louder (Boom sha lock lock boom) Everybody (Boom sha lock lock boom) All right now Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper Hit ya like a lyrical murderer I know ya think I have, but yo I never heard of ya Just because you heard of me kid Fuck around until you do the lifetime bid I'll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead When it comes to tools, T's the sharpest in the shed Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king It ain't no thing, my cargo ring We'll bust you in the crib I got the skill, you gots to chill Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boom *Repeat I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles I rock all mikes, I last all night I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts Step up bo, I'll kock out your gold fronts Everlast, that's my name My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame The House Of Pain's the name of my clip You can't be down, punk, get off my dick You make me sick, like strawberry Quik Your style is wack, you ain't the mac So yo step back, get off the crack And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom *Repeat(x2) |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah
I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora Are you a hore or are you a lady? Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady? Let me know hon, the deed'll get done Just assume the position, I'll take my rod And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin' When it comes to givin' pleasure, I'm every woman's treasure I came to work your body, so let me do my job I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot I never been a front, I never a fraud I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom * (boom sha lock lock boom) All right now (Boom sha lock lock boom) A little louder (Boom sha lock lock boom) Everybody (Boom sha lock lock boom) All right now Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper Hit ya like a lyrical murderer I know ya think I have, but yo I never heard of ya Just because you heard of me kid Fuck around until you do the lifetime bid I'll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead When it comes to tools, T's the sharpest in the shed Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king It ain't no thing, my cargo ring We'll bust you in the crib I got the skill, you gots to chill Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boom *Repeat I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles I rock all mikes, I last all night I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts Step up bo, I'll kock out your gold fronts Everlast, that's my name My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame The House Of Pain's the name of my clip You can't be down, punk, get off my dick You make me sick, like strawberry Quik Your style is wack, you ain't the mac So yo step back, get off the crack And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom *Repeat(x2) |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
I kicks the flava, like Steven King writes horror
If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora Are you a hore or are you a lady? Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady? Let me know hon, the deed'll get done Just assume the position, I'll take my rod And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin' When it comes to givin' pleasure, I'm every woman's treasure I came to work your body, so let me do my job I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot I never been a front, I never a fraud I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom Chorus (boom sha lock lock boom) All right now (Boom sha lock lock boom) A little louder (Boom sha lock lock boom) Everybody (Boom sha lock lock boom) All right now Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper Hit ya like a lyrical murderer I know ya think I have, but yo I never heard of ya Just because you heard of me kid Fuck around until you do the lifetime bid I'll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead When it comes to tools, T's the sharpest in the shed Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king It ain't no thing, my cargo ring We'll bust you in the crib I got the skill, you gots to chill Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boom Chorus I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles I rock all mikes, I last all night I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts Step up bo, I'll kock out your gold fronts Everlast, that's my name My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame The House Of Pain's the name of my clip You can't be down, punk, get off my dick You make me sick, like strawberry Quik Your style is wack, you ain't the mac So yo step back, get off the crack And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom Chorus (2x) |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah
I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora Are you a hore or are you a lady? Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady? Let me know hon, the deed'll get done Just assume the position, I'll take my rod And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin' When it comes to givin' pleasure, I'm every woman's treasure I came to work your body, so let me do my job I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot I never been a front, I never a fraud I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom * (boom sha lock lock boom) All right now (Boom sha lock lock boom) A little louder (Boom sha lock lock boom) Everybody (Boom sha lock lock boom) All right now Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper Hit ya like a lyrical murderer I know ya think I have, but yo I never heard of ya Just because you heard of me kid Fuck around until you do the lifetime bid I'll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead When it comes to tools, T's the sharpest in the shed Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king It ain't no thing, my cargo ring We'll bust you in the crib I got the skill, you gots to chill Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boom *Repeat I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles I rock all mikes, I last all night I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts Step up bo, I'll kock out your gold fronts Everlast, that's my name My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame The House Of Pain's the name of my clip You can't be down, punk, get off my dick You make me sick, like strawberry Quik Your style is wack, you ain't the mac So yo step back, get off the crack And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom *Repeat(x2) |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Ya see, I'm Irish, but I'm not a leprechaun
You wanna fight, then step up and we'll get it on You gotta right to the grill, I'm white and I ill A decendant of Dublin with titanic skill I ducked and I swing, next thing your jaw's broken Punk I ain't jokin', you can bet you'll be chokin' On a fist full a nothin', meanwhile I'll be puffin' On a fat blunt, run punk, you don't know the half Tryin' to talk shit, man, please don't make me laugh These Irish eyes are smilin', I'm buckwildin' The House Of Pain is pumpin', start jumpin' Freak it, funk it, back seat junk it If you can't get with it, you'll wind up sweatin' it Then you'll get a beatin' just like an egg It's so hard to run when you've got a broken leg But we can have a run off, the House Of Pain'll come off We got the cake that you're tryin' to get a crumb off The Irish stylee, the Celtic jazz No one has it, just us that's it If you try to take it, I got a big shileighly I don't have dreads cause I shave my head daily You call me a skin head, I call you a pin head Yo, where you been man, just like the tin man You got no heart, here comes the good part I pick 'em, buck 'em, cut 'em up, and buck them down No fuckin' around Home boy ya get clown like Krusty, trust me You shouldn't play, and by the way Top o' the mornin' to ya * (What's the hassle man?) Top o' the mornin' to ya (2x) (Hey, are you givin' us a hassle man?) Greetin's, salutations Peace to the nations of Zulu and Islam Crack the bottle, rev the throttle Put the gear in, now you're stearin' Like Mario Antretti So let me kick it, cause I can make a wicked Noise like a cricket Rubbin' his legs, my rhymes are like eggs I'll keep layin' 'em, I'll keep sayin' 'em This is the House Of Pain, we're far from plain But we're not fancy, Ron and Nancy So just say no, but I say go Straight to hell, I kiss and tell So if you're a ho, all my friends know What you gotta say, let's hit the hay And have no delay, and yo, by the way Top o' the mornin' to ya *Repeat Extra extra, read all about it How could ya doubt it? Now scream and shout it! The House Of Pain soon will reign Over the hip hop scene and like golden green I rip shit and back flip like a Jedi I roll with the groove and I'm smooth and you can bet I Come correct and get respect when I'm flowin' Collectin my dough, I got you're girlfriend ho-in' And how do I know that she's funk? I know she's broke cause yo, the T's hung like a Shetland pony, gettin' paid like Sony So never ever try to play me out like a phony Cause I can get real thick like a bull with Mark Toneil And by the way, top o' the mornin' to ya *Repeat |
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from Santana - Put Your Lights On [single] (2005)
Hey now, all you sinners
Put your lights on, put your lights on Hey now, all you lovers Put your lights on, put your lights on Hey now, all you killers Put your lights on, put your lights on Hey now, all you children Leave your lights on, you better leave your lights on Cause there's a monster living under my bed Whispering in my ear There's an angel, with a hand on my head She say I've got nothing to fear There's a darkness living deep in my soul I still got a purpose to serve So let your light shine, deep into my home God, don't let me lose my nerve Lose my nerve Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now Wo oh hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now Hey now, all you sinners Put your lights on, put your lights on Hey now, all you children Leave your lights on, you better leave your lights on Because there's a monster living under my bed Whispering in my ear There's an angel, with a hand on my head She say's I've got nothing to fear La illaha illa Allah We all shine like stars La illaha illa Allah We all shine like stars Then we fade away.. |
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from Everlast - White Trash Beautiful (2004)
2 pieces of drama The hammer's bout' to fall 2 pieces of drama there's gunplay in the hall 2 pieces of drama Make peace with your momma, the consequence is dire 2 pieces of drama Boy you know not to play with fire He rocks a big ? caber A ping pong table for a ring He's mentally unstable To him murder it ain't no thing He'll do you dirty style He's holding dirty bile He's out pumping on the corner Trying to stay warm And keep it cool like Miles He keeps it fundamental He's got the jeans and the bubblegoose on There's murder on his mental He's got the deuce deuce in his palm And y'all know the fable How cain did able Ever since the beginning The world keeps pinning just like a turntable 2 pieces of drama The hammer's bout' to fall 2 pieces of drama there's gunplay in the hall 2 pieces of drama Make peace with your momma, the consequence is dire 2 pieces of drama Boy you know not to play with fire La la la la la la la la [B Real Hand on the Pump sample] When it's selling out back Likes to pump crack To the fiends that be getting high He keeps his hand on the pump He's ready to dump On any chump that would even try He got a finger on the trigger He ain't scared to pull it Head full of liquor Boy you might catch a bullet They're holes in stable Drugs on the table Everybody's sitting round Watching cops on the cable Dressed like a slob Keeps his hair braided He's never been robbed, He's only been raided. He's never known joy The boy is so jaded He's never been loved He's only been hated His soul's on ice His heart is stone Just another dead king Rotting on his throne With a pain that would Cut you down to the bone You're born alone Boy you die alone 2 pieces of drama The hammer's bout' to fall 2 pieces of drama there's gunplay in the hall 2 pieces of drama Make peace with your momma, the consequence is dire 2 pieces of drama Boy you know not to play with fire [x2] |
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from Everlast - White Trash Beautiful (2004)
I'm gonna find me a woman that's real I'm gonna find me a woman that's strong I'm gonna find me a woman that's oh so true I got a pedestal to put her on I found me a girl, she's sweet as could be And everything in her world revolved all around me I had a chance to make her mine, but I was too blind to see Now I got to let her go, and pray she comes back to me She's my angel, she's my lover, she's my very best friend I hate her cause I love her so I hurt her again Don't want no other lover, won't go through it again She's my angel, she's my lover, she's my very best friend Gonna find me a woman that's young Gonna find me a woman that's pretty Gonna find me a woman that swears I'm the one I'm gonna try not to treat her shitty Girl, I've been drinking heavy ever since you've been gone And I've been thinking baby, that I was wrong And you've been holding out for way too long I get this feeling that you don't wanna be long She's my angel, she's my lover, she's my very best friend I hate her cause I love her so I hurt her again Don't want no other lover, won't go through it again She's my angel, she's my lover, she's my very best friend I'm gonna find me a woman that's tough I'm gonna find me a woman that's loyal I'm gonna find me a woman that say she got enough And that's when I'm gonna spoil Girl I've been waiting such a very long time My heart's gonna break girl if I don't make you mine What's past is past, what's done I cannot rewind All said and done girl, still you're one of a kind She's my angel, she's my lover, she's my very best friend I hate her cause I love her so I hurt her again Don't want no other lover, won't go through it again She's my angel, she's my lover, she's my very best friend She's my angel, she's my lover, she's my very best friend I hate her cause I love her so I hurt her again Don't want no other lover, won't go through it again She's my angel, she's my lover, she's my very best friend |
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from Everlast - White Trash Beautiful (2004)
I met a woman in West Virginia She said her name was Alabama She's from a little town outside Savannah Where everybody talk that country grammar She said she killed a man down in Atlanta He beat her and he drank till he couldn't stand up He told her that he loved her but he couldn't stand her She caught him in his sleep, hit him with the hammer She sold her car and she bought a gun Johnny Law got her on the run Another broken bottle and the damage done We've all been blinded by the sun Blinded by the sun Her breath was sweet, her eyes were pretty She said her zodiac sign was Cancer She was on her way to New York City Trying to get a job there as a dancer And then she asked if she could ride up with me And I'm still thinking on the answer She don't want love, she won't take pity She'll break your heart if you give her the chance to This scrammer got an uzi and it weighs a ton Johnny Law got her on the run Another broken bottle and the damage done We've all been blinded by the sun Blinded by the sun (Sun Sun Sun Sun Sun Sun) Lord have mercy on me for all the things I've done (all the things I've done) I lost my mind, my eyes were blinded by the sun (blinded by the sun) Don't forsake me Lord, I'm not the only one (not the only one, no) I lost my mind, my eyes were blinded by the sun (blinded by the sun, yeah) Blinded by the sun This scrammer got an uzi and it weighs a ton Johnny Law got her on the run Another broken bottle and the damage done We've all been blinded by the sun Blinded by the sun |
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from Everlast - White Trash Beautiful (2004)
You're the air that I breathe
The sun when it breaks through the clouds You're all that I need But I know that you're having some doubts I'm down on my knees I pray you'll stick this out Beggin' you please girl I'm sorry I let you down I'm broken like a promise I'm shattered like a dream I'm broken with all my pieces scattered 'round for you to see I'm broken like record I sing the same old song I'm broken like the heart of a man that's run away from love too long Girl what about you What about you girl It's so hard to speak I can barely look you in the eye It's so hard to breathe I know I ain't afraid to die Your breath is so sweet Your kisses could get me high My heart is so weak But your loving could get me by I'm broken like a promise I'm shattered like a dream I'm broken with all my pieces scattered 'round for you to see I'm broken like record I sing the same old song I'm broken like the heart of a man that's run away from love too long Girl what about you What about you girl I'm broken like a promise I'm shattered like a dream I'm broken with all my pieces scattered 'round for you to see I'm broken like record I sing the same old song I'm broken like the heart of a man that's run away from love too long Girl what about you What about you girl Girl what about you What about you girl Girl what about you |
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from Everlast - White Trash Beautiful (2004)
Too much time, thinkin' 'bout all of my mistakes
My heart, my mind, my soul, my body aches I hunger for the loving arms of your embrace I walk along a lonely road I walk along a lonely road My back is strong, girl I'll carry the load I'm on the grind, in time I'll pay the debt that's owed I walk along a lonely road Too much time, thinkin' 'bout everything that went wrong I cry my eyes out every time I hear your song I hope this path leads me back where I belong I walk along a lonely road I walk along a lonely road My back is strong, girl I'll carry the load I'm on the grind, in time I'll pay the debt that's owed I walk along a lonely road Too much pride for me to up and take the blame Deep inside, girl, it's killin' me with pain Every night when I sleep I call your name I walk along a lonely road I walk along a lonely road My back is strong, girl I'll carry the load I'm on the grind, in time I'll pay the debt that's owed I walk along a lonely road I walk along a lonely road My back is strong, girl I'll carry the load I'm on the grind, in time I'll pay the debt that's owed I walk along a lonely road I walk along a lonely road I walk along a lonely road |
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from Everlast - White Trash Beautiful (2004)
Maybe
Oh if I could pray and I try, dear, You might come back home, home to me. Maybe Whoa, if I could ever hold your little hand Oh you might understand. Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, yeah. Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe dear I guess I might have done something wrong, Honey I’d be glad to admit it. Oh, come on home to me! Honey maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe yeah. Well I know that it just doesn’t ever seem to matter, baby, Oh honey, when I go out or what I’m trying to do, Can’t you see I’m still left here And I’m holding on in needing you. Please, please, please, please, Oh won’t you reconsider babe. Now come on, I said come back, Won’t you come back to me! Maybe dear, oh maybe, maybe, maybe, Let me help you show me how. Honey, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, Maybe, maybe, maybe, yeah, Maybe, maybe, maybe, yeah. Ooh! |
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from Everlast - White Trash Beautiful (2004)
Somewhere between the lies and truths, borderlines get shady.
Somewhere between the yeses and nos you can find a maybe. Somewhere between the highs and lows you can spot the middle. Somewhere between the questions and clues you can solve the riddle Somewhere along the road you might need a place to stay. Somewhere along the line you're gonna have to pass away. And somewhere in space you still remind me of a reason. And summertime you still smell like my favorite season. [Chorus:] And it feels like pain... It's just like pain... Love is like pain... Some people like pain... Somewhere between the mountain and sea a river is flowing Somewhere between the earth and the sky, the winds of change are blowing Somewhere between the two of us a space is growing Somewhere between suspicion and trust are the things worth knowing. Somewhere along the road you might want to hitch a ride Somewhere along the line you're gonna have to swallow your pride Somewhere inside you still remind me of a feeling Somewhere deeper still are wounds that are not healing. [Chorus] Put your nails in my hand....Pain Fill my eyes up with sand...Pain Papercuts on my tongue...Pain We're right now where we begun...Pain Somehow I only hurt the ones who really mattered Somehow she played her role although her soul was battered Someday soon I know my ashes will be scattered Someday soon I know my former becomes latter |
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from Everlast - White Trash Beautiful (2004)
I seen her at a stop light on Alverano Was sittin' in a pearl white Eldorado In a gangsta lean she were revvin' the throttle Got a sticker on the bumper say she like techano She looked like Selena, the truth couldn't be plainer She like a gangsta boogie, her mama calls her cookie My friends call her a sad girl cause her man went away And he ain't never coming back, so cry another tattoo sea Sad girl living on the east side of the city Proud woman, boy, she don't want none of your pity Sad girl got no one to rely on Proud woman don't need your shoulder to cry on I seen her at the market she was pushing a stroller Smoking on a cigarette, drinkin' a soda Laughin' at a joke that somebody just told her Got her baby's name tattooed on the back of her shoulder She looked like an angel, she talked like the devil She looked like a stranger, she lived like a rebel She's a sad girl, cause her man went away And he ain't never coming back, so cry another tattoo sea Sad girl living on the east side of the city Proud woman, boy, she don't want none of your pity Sad girl got no one to rely on Proud woman don't need your shoulder to cry on Hey sad girl, we can take this slow Baby what you lookin' for, let me know You say you want a man that can give you some dough You say buy my babyshoes and buy him a coat And buy my baby food to put down his throat I won't play you like a ho, it ain't like that yo Let me holler at you later, we can go to the show I ain't tryna rock the boat, I'm tryna keep you afloat I seen her at the post office mailing a letter She couldn't send no money but she made him a sweater She's talking on the pay phone and something upset her I really wanna hold her but I only just met her But I could tell she'd been crying, she said she felt like dying She never been so alone no, she gotta make it on her own though She's a sad girl, cause her man went away And he ain't never coming back Sad girl living on the east side of the city Proud woman, boy, she don't want none of your pity Sad girl got no one to rely on Proud woman don't need your shoulder to cry on |
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from Everlast - White Trash Beautiful (2004)
Sleepin' Alone
*Phone Rings* (Hello?) (Hey, is she home yet?) (No, she's not home yet) (All right, thanks) Try to get you on the phone But your mother says you're gone And you ain't coming home Girl I'm sleeping alone Try to get you on the line And ask you to be mine But you're so hard to find Girl I'm sleeping alone Baby girl she makes the good motion Make no mistake she's deep as the ocean Jake never sleeps in the heart of the city And God'll never make another woman this pretty And I can never guess why she even messed wit' me Word to P.Diddy I treated her shitty I'm sick of cliches like opposites attract When they drop the drum track Screaming "Baby come back" Reality bites like pit bull fights I jump outta bed and throw on my lights Your clothes are all gone And you ain't there And your makeup drawer is empty I found an old picture of you washing your hair And now we ain't even friendly Try to get you on the phone But your mother says you're gone And you ain't coming home Girl I'm sleeping alone Try to get you on the line And beg you to be mine But you're so hard to find Girl I'm sleeping alone Ain't too many kids that bang like this shorty She'll sip champagne She'll come drink a fourty Got a smell that intice Dress kinda sporty In public she's nice In private she's naughty I had every man's dream in the palm of my hand And fucked it all up like the Taliban She left town with my ring and wrecked all our plans And I don't even care about the fifty grand Man the hell with the cash cause that ain't the point We used to sit around and laugh after smokin' a joint We used to watch TV and eat chicken wings We had tickle fights We did the wild things Now I'm all alone up in my room This house is feelin' empty We used to talk about being bride and groom And now we ain't even friendly Try to get you on the phone But your mother says you're gone And you ain't coming home Girl I'm sleeping alone Try to get you on the line And beg you to be mine But you're so hard to find Girl I'm sleeping alone Me corazon Ain't comin' home The sweetest thing I've ever known Turned off her phone Left me alone With pain that cuts down to the bone It can't be fixed Scars don't heal None of these chicks out here are real Some of these chicks got sex appeal But their souls all come up empty Put me in the mix, girl, what's the deal? All I'm trying to be is friendly Try to get you on the phone But your mother says you're gone And you ain't coming home Girl I'm sleeping alone Try to get you on the line And beg you to be mine But you're so hard to find Girl I'm sleeping alone |
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from Everlast - White Trash Beautiful (2004)
(You came into my life) (I don't have to wonder no more, I can feel it all in my soul It's Soul Music (It's deep down in my soul) Feel the burn I can see I got a good foundation deep down in my soul (It's deep down in my soul) It's Soul Music I feel the need for contemplation deep down in my soul (It's deep down in my soul) Yo, I first took breath in Hemstead, Long Island Born American ancestry from Ireland You ain't knowin me, you'd better stop smilin' Ain't nothin funny once my dummies start whiling You talkin loud all of a sudden it's silent Your premonitions say it's about to get violent You want permission just to blink your own eyelids I got my soldiers, everywhere they go, I win No stick moves, ain't no cap peeling Where I come from real men don't catch feelins We don't rhyme about fake jacks or drug dealin The shit I drop will leave all your brains on the ceilin' Mass appealin, done it since the '80s Rock rhymes for my dogs, sing songs for my ladies Spend money like crazy, ain't got no babies If I don't make it in heaven I’ll run shit in Hades Now I can see I got a good foundation deep down in my soul (It's deep down in my soul) It's Soul Music I feel the need for contemplation deep down in my soul (It's in my soul) Soul Music And I can feel a dark sensation deep down in my soul (It's deep down in my soul) Soul Music I'm tryin to find an explanation deep down in my soul (It's deep down in my soul) Yo I shit on competition Spit on percussion Beats are bonecrushin One deep I'm bum-rushin Guns they get stuck in Someone starts buckin The jewels that I'm truckin got pimps upchuckin You can't hold me down You can't hold my hand A full grown man with the one God plan I represent the colors that never run God bless DMC God bless Reverend Run R.I.P. for the J.M.J. Tell Big and Scott LaRock that we all say hey Be like Tupac or be like Kid 'n Play Do you wanna burn out or just fade away I can rock the mic with no delay With my head to the ground every time I pray You can catch a heart attack or get blown away Cause this type of shit happens everyday Feel the burn (I can feel it all in my soul) It's Soul Music (It's deep down in my soul) Feel the burn (It's in my soul) It's Soul Music (It's deep down in my soul) Feel the burn Now I can see I got a good foundation deep down in my soul (It's deep down in my soul) It's Soul Music I feel the need for contemplation deep down in my soul (It's in my soul) Soul Music And I can feel a dark sensation deep down in my soul (It's deep down in my soul) Soul Music Tryin to find an explanation deep down in my soul (It's deep down in my soul) Feel the burn |
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from Everlast - White Trash Beautiful (2004)
This, this, this, this is a warning, I, I warned you baby This, this, this is a warning This, this, this, this is a warning, I, I warned you baby This, this, this is a warning Back of the liquor store bout to blaze this joint Got some dice in my hand, my man says six is your point Trying to hit the hard way so I can break like Steve Millar Take the money then I run son, I'm a lover and a killer This, this, this, this is a warning, I, I warned you baby This, this, this is a warning I feel like God and the devil, I'm a saint, I'm a sinner I'm a hard rocking, hard headed, hard sick summer winner I'm a cooch blazing, bush chasing product of the city And I ain't asking for your love and I don't want your pity So girl don't talk about me shitty, don't act all high and ditty Cause if your man keep playing me funny I'm a come take all his money And leave him holy from this blessing with my four pound Smith-N-Wesson Better watch out who you're stressin', fuck around you'll learn your lesson This, this, this, this is a warning, I, I warned you baby This, this, this is a warning This, this, this, this is a warning, I, I warned you baby This, this, this is a warning Back of the liquor store tryin' to break these chumps Bunch of heads in a circle, daddy's handing out lumps Trying to shake these bones, I'm trying to get these shoes But yo they all think Whitey's cheating cos tonight I can't lose They wanna take my funds but I'm a blaze my guns With burning sensations and heart palpitations Why you breathing so heavy, while your palms all sweaty And if you thinkin' bout a stick move, word to God you ain't ready This, this, this, this is a warning, I, I warned you baby This, this, this is a warning This, this, this, this is a warning, I, I warned you baby This, this, this is a warning This is a warning, this is a warning This is a warning, this, this is a warning |
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from Everlast - White Trash Beautiful (2004)
Sittin' alone and I hear rain fallin' on my windowsill
Just wanna do what's right but I don't know if I ever will There's so many reasons, too many excuses And all these prescriptions, got too many uses And I'm so lonely It's kind of scary And this kind of lonely is making me weary I'm so lonesome I could die Sittin' alone and I am waitin' for the sun to shine Sometimes I kneel and pray hoping someday you'll be mine She's so many miles away So many things to say And all of the games we'd play don't matter anyway Cause I'm so lonely The sex is empty But this kind of lonely makes it easy to tempt me I'm so lonesome I could die I'm so lonesome I could die Sittin' alone and I am waitin' for somebody to call Think if I up and died wouldn't nobody notice at all Cause I'm so insecure and I feel so unsure Can't take it anymore, no It's never been like this before And I'm so lonely, feel like cryin' And this kinda lonely is worse than dyin' I'm so lonesome I could die I'm so lonesome I could die I'm so lonesome I could die |
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from Everlast - White Trash Beautiful (2004)
Clock on the wall keeps ticking away I've got to go, but I'd love to stay Yo I've been walkin' round in the streets of these cities I've flipped a few whiskies, I've rode a few kitties I made a few dollars, I bought a few bottles I popped a few collars then rocked a few models I've pushed a few buttons, left all you cats guessing It's ? Garcia, bia, who you stressin' I'm ?, bout to drop blessings I had to kill Whitey, word to the almighty I'm tailor-made and I'm custom-fitted Can't none of y'all cats do it like I did it I might come sing it, I might come spit it And if you wanna take it, try to come get it You'll get your wig splitted, get your grill busted I'm crazy like the Beastie Boys were still dusted Clock on the wall keeps ticking away A tick tock and you don't stop I've got to go, but I'd love to stay A tock tick and you don't quit, hit it Clock on the wall keeps ticking away A tick tock and you don't stop I've got to go, but I'd love to stay A tock tick and you don't quit, hit it Yo, off the dummy's instrumental, I spit heavy metal Never been from the ghetto, keep it mad fundamental Became a night devil, ? rebel Add some bass, add some treble, pump up my level Cause mad motherfuckers done bit my steeze And the game has got biters like dogs got fleas And all you dick riders get up off your knees Drinkers turn your bottles up, smokers burn your trees Learn your A B C's, mind your P's and Q's Fuck around, get shot up, wind up on the news Yo, it's ? Garcia, he a singin' the blues Rockin' shiney jewels and some brand new shoes I love my mama cause she ain't raised no fools My golden rule is stay holdin' the tool What you doing to your people's comes back on you Don't know when the grim reaper wants to rendezvous It's like Clock on the wall keeps ticking away A tick tock and you don't stop I've got to go, but I'd love to stay A tock tick and you don't quit, hit it Clock on the wall keeps ticking away A tick tock and you don't stop I've got to go, but I'd love to stay A tock tick and you don't quit, hit it I hear mad motherfuckers say they're ready to die Acting like they don't care but I swear they lie Tell you now if they had to look death in the eye They beg and they plead and they scream and they cry When the reaper calls, you all will fall You all will fall when the reaper calls When the reaper calls, you all will fall You all will fall when the reaper calls I hear a lot of motherfuckers say they down for the kill Most of them are just clowns but they swear they will Spend a lot of time being down, keepin' it real But I pay more attention to the ones that keep still You all will fall when the reaper calls When the reaper calls, you all will fall You all will fall when the reaper calls When the reaper calls, you all will fall Clock on the wall keeps ticking away A tick tock and you don't stop I've got to go, but I'd love to stay A tock tick and you don't quit, hit it Clock on the wall keeps ticking away A tick tock and you don't stop I've got to go, but I'd love to stay A tock tick and you don't quit, hit it |
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from Everlast - White Trash Beautiful (2004)
White Trash Beautiful, Trailer Park Queen
She slings hash at the diner from 11 to 5 She married a boy from school, thought he was oh so cool But all he can do for money is drive Out late haulin′ freight on Interstate 5, prayin′ he′ll see home before his baby arrive White Trash Beautiful, there′s something you should know My heart belongs to you I know you coulda found a better guy I′ll love you till the day I die I swear to God it′s true I′m comin′ home to you I′m comin′ home to you girl He lights a cigarette, his eyes half open He won′t be home tonight, but she keeps hopin′ Drinkin himself to sleep is his only way of copein′ She waits for him every night, she leaves the front door open It′s 4 AM and doin 95, tryin to stay awake and make it home alive White Trash Beautiful, there′s something you should know My heart belongs to you I know you coulda found a better guy I′ll love you till the day I die I swear to God it′s true I′m comin′ home to you I′m comin′ home to you girl Her lips stayed painted red, her nametag′s crooking Her heart′s been gone awhile with the truck driving man that took it He keeps her photograph on his rearview mirror She prays for him every night, she hopes that he can hear her White Trash Beautiful, there′s something you should know My heart belongs to you girl I know you coulda found you some better guy I′ll love you till the day I die I swear to God it′s true I′m comin′ home to you I′m comin′ home to you girl I′m comin′ home to you |
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from DJ Cut Killer - Party Jam (2003)
Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin,
I came to win, battle me that′s a sin. I won′t tear my sack up, punk you better back up, try an play the role, and the whole crew will act up Get up, stand up, c′mon put your hands up, if you got the feelin, jump across the ceiling. Muggs let the funk flow, someone′s talkin junk yo, I bust em in the eye, then I take the punks ho Feelin, funkin, amps in the trunk and I got more ryhmes than the cop′s at a Dunkin, donut shop, sure enough I got props from the kids on the hill, and my mom and my pops I came to get down, I came to get down, so get out your seat and jump around Jump Around 3x Jump up, Jump up and get down Jump (chant 17x) I′ll serve your ass like John Mchenroe, if your girl steps up I′m smackin the ho. Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs, I got more ryhmes than a bibles got psalms. And just like the botical son I return, anyone steppin to me you′ll get burned Cause I got lyrics which you ain′t got none, if ya come to battle, bring a shotgun But if ya do your a fool cause i do to the death, tryin to step to me you take your last breath. I got the skill, come get your feel, cause when I shoot, I shoot to kill. I came to get down, I came to get down, so get out your seat and jump around. (Chorus) I′m the cream of the crop, I rise to the top, I never eat the pig, cause the pig is a cop Or better yet a terminator, like Arnold Shwrezeneger, trying to play me out as if my name was zeger. But I ain′t goin out like no punk bitch, get used to one style, yo and I might switch it up up and around then buck buck get down, put out your head then you wake up in the dawn of the day. I′m comin to get ya, I′m comin to get ya, spittin out lyrics, homie I′m with ya. I came to get down, I came to get down, so get out your seat and jump around. (Chorus) |
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from Ali (알리) by Pieter Bourke [ost] (2002)
(The the, the the, the the, the the) Don't throw no roses on my grave, boo That's not a soldier, it's more like an angel You got no where to run, no one to pray to Jesus and Moses ain't comin' to save you (The greatest, the the the greatest) I flow like a butterfly, I sting like a hornet They won't let me have it Not even if no one else want it And if I try to take it They wanna break me down and strip me naked They write a brand new rule and break it They lie, they cheat, they steal, they fake it But I'mma make it, Lord I can take it I'm the (The greatest man alive) Cut the drama boy, save it for your mama I'm the (The greatest man alive) I can't sweat it, know I got to get it I'm the (The greatest man alive) Without no doubt, my name will survive (The greatest the the greatest man alive) (The greatest man) (The greatest, the the) I'mma make it, Lord I can take it I'm the (The greatest man alive) Cut the drama boy, save it for your mama I'm the (The gratest man alive) I can't sweat it, I know I got to get it I'm the (The greatest man alive) Without no doubt, my name will survive (The, the greatest man alive) (The greatest, the the greatest man) (The the, the greatest man alive) (The, the the greatest, the the the greatest man) (The greatest man alive) I'mma make it, know that I can take it I'm the (The greatest man alive) Cut the drama boy, save it for your mama I'm the (The greatest man alive) I can't sweat it, I know I gotta get it I'm the (The greatest man alive) Without no doubt my name will survive (The greatest man, the greatest man alive) It only gets harder It always seems so far away The sky's getting darker Another storm is on the way (The the greatest, the the the greatest,the the) Another storm is on the way (The the the the greatest, the the greatest) (The greatest man alive) |
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from Run-D.M.C - Crown Royal (2001)
[Run]
Let me tell you bout what I love in Gina Love is like no other couldn't get in between her Always stayed fly man I wished that you seen her Said they had a scheme but nobody believed her No real job cause she stay in the streets Gina did nails but her love made beats When they wanna eat they just walked in the store They took what they wanted man the illest you saw Til one day they went up kindin fiendin with ice Butter like(?) the jeans and Gina said "The rings are nice" Next thing you know they wanna pull off a heist Shook took a look and shot the jeweler twice Diamonds all shinin as they flew in the air Butter actin up and grabbin stuff by the pair Gina at the door cause she good with the gun They both grabbed the money and run [Chorus: Everlast] C'mon, take the money and run {*v scratched: "Run"*} C'mon, take the money and run {*v scratched: "Run"*} hey, hey, hey C'mon, take the money and run {*v scratched: "Run"*} C'mon, take the money and run {*v scratched: "Run.."*} hey, hey, hey [Run] Spoonie was a rookie that was new on the scene Used to be a thug now he's doin it clean Ironic he was coppin and they gave him the spot Knew Butter back from Hollis used to chill on the block Seen Butter round the way with a brand new Benz Gina lookin pretty in the city with friends Spoonie's sayin yo I gotta get these ends And these are the two I gotta apprehend A big boy from Hollis promised not to tell And lead these cops on a long long trail Spoonie saw Gina and the chick turned pale Runnin sayin somethin like she don't got bail Butter said promise me I won't see jail Spoonie want a watch and a |
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from House Of Pain - Same As It Ever Was (2001)
Straight out the casket, rising up
Open up your eyes, can't you see me What the fuck is this madness Pick up my bones Erase my name from off the tombstones Alive and kicking Breathin' the air Call out my name punk And I'll be there No question My suggestion to the action Caught smack dab in the middle of the blastin' Messin with me You're messin' with the best Bleow, you're takin' to shots to the chest 'Cause I'm back from the dead Everlast's comin' back from the dead[Back from the dead] You know I'm back from the dead And I'll put a friggin' hole in your head Back from the dead Back from the dead You can't disrespect it I'm the resurrected Back from the dead Just to mess with your head I'll stress what I said But I won't repeat it If you've got a cold, starve it If you've got a fever, feed it And if you can't feed it Then why not blow You might be positive And not even know I rock the hardcore From the floor to the ceilin' I give sexual healin' I'll get your girlie squealin' Like a pig My grave's somethin' you can never dig I'll rock a mausoleum Backyard a colosseum 'Cause I'm back from the dead Everlast's comin' back from the dead[Back from the dead] You know I'm back from the dead House of Pain's in effect, 'nuff said Skip the autopsy 'Cause I never O.D.'d I only puff boom kid I never get skeed I don't sniff or shoot up Rip I'll stick my boot up Your ass quick fast Everlast don't jive Just like Pearl Jam I'm still Alive[sample of "Rumors" by Timex Social Club] Spreadin' like tumors Gossip and lies Exaggerated reports of my demise And if you believed 'em Well then you got gassed The media deceived em' Just like in the past 'Cause I'm back from the dead Everlast's comin' back from the dead[Back from the dead] You know I'm back from the dead And I'll put a friggin' hole in your head Back from the dead Back from the dead Like Steven Segal I'm hard to kill And like G.G. Allen I'm crazy ill I'll beat ya down with my mic Kick your ass with my Nike Bust ya in the eye If ya tell another lie Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Thinkin' I'm dead You must be smokin' dust Come see me bust in the flesh It's a must 'Cause I'm back from the dead Everlast's comin' back from the dead[Back from the dead] You know I'm back from the dead House of Pain's in effect, 'nuff said Back from the dead(fade) |
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from House Of Pain - Same As It Ever Was (2001)
I'm sick, demented
I came unrepresented I rose from the grave I had a close shave The cops tried to lock me down 'Cause the Glock they found Was stolen That's how I'm rollin' Calvin Klein's No friend of mine So I don't like Marky Or the monarchy Don't start me up like a Rollin' Stone I leave you sulkin' Like Macaulay Culkin In Home Alone So Get A Grip Like Stephen Tyler I used to trip With the Divine Styler Back in the days There were Irish ways And Irish laws to stand up for the cause chorus(4x) When it's time to rock a funky joint I'm on point When it's time to rock a funky jam I'm the man Well it's the D to the A, double N Y BO Y 'cause I rock shit like Ronnie Dio It's a black day of rest Quick run get your vest I'm down with the Hill 'Cause I still got the skill To turn the party out It's all about the skyscraper Your girl caught the vapors So I might videotape her I make a lot of the paper So I don't have to scrape the Bottom of the barrel I rock fly apparel Now I could pull you car Starting up the Harley Davidson I got the gun So the drama you could save it Well it's the mad bum rushin' Funky with percussion From L.A. to Flushing I get your girlie blushin' I'll cutcha' like the butcher But it and Joe the writer The old rock a loop 'Cause I'm super like Schneider chorus(4x) I'm ill, retarded So don't ya get me started I might lose my cool Ya lose if we duel 'Cause I can stomp a hole In the sole of a monk With the rhymes in my head And the beats in my trunk I got the skill kid And I'm gonna' milk it For all it's worth I'm gettin' mines on earth So step to the next head Or like Sadat X said He's gone And that's it's supposed to be Don't stand so close to me chorus(4x) |
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from House Of Pain - Same As It Ever Was (2001)
I'm sick, demented
I came unrepresented I rose from the grave I had a close shave The cops tried to lock me down 'Cause the Glock they found Was stolen That's how I'm rollin' Calvin Klein's No friend of mine So I don't like Marky Or the monarchy Don't start me up like a Rollin' Stone I leave you sulkin' Like Macaulay Culkin In Home Alone So Get A Grip Like Stephen Tyler I used to trip With the Divine Styler Back in the days There were Irish ways And Irish laws to stand up for the cause chorus(4x) When it's time to rock a funky joint I'm on point When it's time to rock a funky jam I'm the man Well it's the D to the A, double N Y BO Y 'cause I rock shit like Ronnie Dio It's a black day of rest Quick run get your vest I'm down with the Hill 'Cause I still got the skill To turn the party out It's all about the skyscraper Your girl caught the vapors So I might videotape her I make a lot of the paper So I don't have to scrape the Bottom of the barrel I rock fly apparel Now I could pull you car Starting up the Harley Davidson I got the gun So the drama you could save it Well it's the mad bum rushin' Funky with percussion From L.A. to Flushing I get your girlie blushin' I'll cutcha' like the butcher But it and Joe the writer The old rock a loop 'Cause I'm super like Schneider chorus(4x) I'm ill, retarded So don't ya get me started I might lose my cool Ya lose if we duel 'Cause I can stomp a hole In the sole of a monk With the rhymes in my head And the beats in my trunk I got the skill kid And I'm gonna' milk it For all it's worth I'm gettin' mines on earth So step to the next head Or like Sadat X said He's gone And that's it's supposed to be Don't stand so close to me chorus(4x) |
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from House Of Pain - Same As It Ever Was (2001)
Ladies and Gentlemen (2x)
Here's the new shit I'm on We can all get along But if ya step to me wrong I'm gonna bang ya like a gong And I don't need a gang to do it I creep solo Beat ya till ya dead Put out ya freakin head That's how I do Because I'm sick like dat And you'll get kicked like dat If ya fakin' the funk I got a trunk full of beats And a head full of rhymes I got stains on my sheets From all the good times That I spent with ya Hookers Some were good lookers And some were just stunts After too many blunts Ya got ya arm around ya girl But don't make me laugh kid Gettin steam pressured Your girl's schemin' on the grafted Jail faced Celt Backed up Catch a welt From the buckle Of my belt Now tell me how that felt Oooh I'm on some of the over there shit (3x) I'm on some Milky I don't care shit I don't care... It's the return of the livin dead Put all concerned to bed I'm alive and kickin' Ask any girl I'm stickin Back once again I never shot the heroin Or hit the glass pipe Ass wipe Stop the rumor I'll kill ya like a tumor in your colon I'll leave your shit all swollen Get off my dick cause thick is how I'm rollin' The Soul Assassainator'll Get ya open like a crator I'm down with psycho vader cause I'm flava' like a plate a' Corn beef and cabbage I'm a savage on the set Don't do nuthin' you'll regret Because you'll end up gettin' wet like water I'm out for slaughter Cops lock up your daughter Chorus I rock it page style cause freed damaged ya If ya play me close punk I'm gonna' damage ya We got the FunkDoobie in the House With the Mickey Mouse I spot a hooker then I'm runnin up in ya blouse I ain't a bitch so don't play me soft I got a round in my chamber and the safety's off Pullin' on the trigger Ain't nuthin brave But I'm a sick fucker Like a red-neck trucker And I just might buck ya down You're starin' down my barrel So ya jump around Ya try to get away But I'm too quick to pull So don't try to gas me Punk, my tank's full I ain't got the time I don't need the fuel Punk we can duel I'll take ya ass to school Then break down the lesson Here's the pop quiz I get's top billin' You can ask Iz Chorus |
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from House Of Pain - Same As It Ever Was (2001)
Runnin' Up on Ya
Runnin up on ya The House of Pain...runnin' up on ya(2x) Give me some elbow room Spark the boom Then pass it I'll drop ya like acid Ya might get blasted If ya step to the crew with the Irish Pride Ya wish ya died Cause I don't let shit slide Sinn Fein Is the House of Pain Our day will come Boom she-lach-lach My shit's cocked Ya better run Get a gun Get a bomb It's on like Vietnam Then run and get ya momma And ask why Daddy's buggin' Chuggin' Black & Tan's Smacking Fans I'm breakin' up the set I'm gettin' bitches wet Gettin' all the dough I'm leavin with ya ho And if the ho's ya wife Yo, ya might lose your life Cause I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'll rip out ya veins With hooks and chains Just like Pinhead I used to rock a skinhead Now I got a fade Case I'm paid And the bomb is played Everybody's done it So Ev can never run it I started that shit two years ago Your girl started lookin' good five beers ago So I might step to her But I just wanna' screw her I don't want to take her I just wanna' make her Scream out my name Cause the Pain's in the House Bust a nut in her gut And leave a stain in her blouse Then pull up my drawers And she's all yours again And if ya got a beef punk Better bring a friend Cause I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm commin' 'round the corner I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm runnin' up on ya Punk you're a goner Put the gun away Run away Better chill Better yet still Let me get ill I can drop a bomb Full of semen in ya mom And keep her screamin till dawn Cause the E can rock on like a One, two and ya don't stop Ya might get dropped Cause I don't And I swear I don't have a gun I ain't gonna' when Cause I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna warn ya Runnin' up on ya |
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from House Of Pain - Same As It Ever Was (2001)
Uh shoot 'em all baby
Just call it in one time for me real heavy Back in black Who's the mack Sittin' on the back Of a Cadillac It's the D motherfucker Better pass me the mic So I can rock on And drop the styles I write I like hip-hop Ya don't stop And all that I rock the freak styles And neat styles That are crazy phat, It's making me sick Punk get off my dick chorus 'Cause I'm the same motherfucker That I ever was Same motherfucker But I can't pay attention 'Cause I'm on that dust My head's not swell Kid I'm not gell Don't feed me soup Just give me the funky loop I'll rock it to the best of my ability Runnin' mad styles and showin' flexibility 'Cause I'm the man that's on point When I jam a funky joint I want some other over there Yo, I just don't care shit Pass the mic Then I'm gonna' tear shit Up like a peice of paper Your girl caught the vapor When I ran the caper I ain't rearranged So don't look strange I'm the same motherfucker Ain't a damn thing changed chorus 'Cause I'm hard like stone Don't play me soft And I rock rhymes frequently I drop it off and I'm off in space I remember your face But don't remember your name 'Cause it's all the same As it ever was That's what it is money grip Don't trip Or I'm gonna' bust that lip chorus Bustin', flippin', skippin', Just like a stone on a river Ya know I'm gonna' give her Whole lotta' flavor Criminal behavior Used to be how I made it But that shit's over rated Now I rock rhymes over funky beats I fuck fine hookers between satin sheets They say money changes people But I won't 'cause I'm the same motherfucker that I ever was chorus And ya don't quit 'Cause I'm on that dust Soul Assasins are on that dust[ha ha...] My man J. Disco is on that dust Cypress Hill is on that dust FunkDoobiest is on that dust |
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from House Of Pain - Same As It Ever Was (2001)
Still gotta lotta love
Still gotta lotta love Still gotta lotta love Still gotta lotta love Still gotta lotta love Still gotta lotta love Still gotta lotta love Still gotta lotta love Much love to my man Leone Keep rockin' them beats and gettin' parties on the floor Much love for my man Danny Boy Ever since you came in my life you helped bring me joy Much love for my man Grand Mixer-Mugs For taking me off the street and mixin' with the thugs And much love love for my man B-Real I'm glad you got rid of that steel And much love for my man Sen-Dog The crews rolling thicker than some London fog And much love for my man Steve Urkel I trust him wit' my life and with the loop from every show And much love for my brody named Justin Cause if anyone steps up I know you gonna bust 'em And much love for my man Scott Ian For bein' a really down to earth human bein' And much love to my man Guy-O Cause every day of the week he's got another fine ho And much love to my man Bronx Style You came to my party and son, you made it worthwhile And much love to my man Son Doobie If I needed it again you'd sell the gun back to me And much love to my man Ralph Emms and the Tomahawk Funkster Funky like a dumpster And much love to my man Kaves, ADMoney and the Edge With family like Sister Sledge And much love to my moms and my sister and my niece And everyone out there fighting the beast And much love to the pioneers 'Cause I'm gettin' pain for rhymin' and drinkin' beers And much love to the ultra magnetic 'Cause everybody knows you never got enough credit Still gotta lot of love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Still gotta lot of love |
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from House Of Pain - Same As It Ever Was (2001)
(Uh)
Chorus Word is Bond Pop pop pop pop Grab your chest Now ya bleedin(punk)lead out ya asshole (x4) I break it off like a kit-kat Casue ya cant git that Worth while style Underground sound So now your frontin Tryin to fake it Complain ya never make it And pretty soon you're open Butt naked So your ass starts to rob and steel Madd jealous cause my shit's got mass appeal And now I'm rhymin wit 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 Ya know I got the funky sound Ya still up un the air Cause last year I said jump around I'm rollin thick So I know you see me I got mad little white kids, Wishin' they could be me So dont step up Cause I'm a come out blastin' You just a quickie Punk, I'm Everlastin Chorus Now let me hear my man( my man, my man, my man) Yo It's Diamond D The psycotic, narrotic Pizza idiotic Smoke 'em Boom thats exotic With my man Everlastin' Brotha's be askin me For the Fee Kid, my name aint 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 yeah Dont 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 weelin and dealin But your shit aint 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 Because I'm sorta' Sick of loosin money When I work so hard so if I catch ya bootleggin I'm a pull your card Chorus |
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from Black And White [Explicit Version] (Black And White) [ost] (2000)
Yeah Yeah
Whitey Ford and the likwit 2000 zero zero Party just started I got the complex subjects The roughneck stature The jerk factor results and bone fractures Manufactured sounds and images Got me scramblin' like football scrimages Johnny Unitis In god I trust I don't need to get paper everytime I bust Maybe I'll do it for charity Now my label want to jerk me for my royalty I guess thats what you get for loyalty Life's a bitch don't take the shit personally CHORUS: Life's a bitch don't take it personally (3x) Life's a bitch don't take it personal Call me a visionary advasary Known to bust cherry on a young berry Now tell me how much weight can your back carry And tell me how far have you come now Im sick of all these fake rock B-boys who think they down 'cause they got a tattoo and turn their hat round Their all my sons just call me Sam Recognize who I am boy we ain't fam This ain't the sopranos You know I roll with the rythm cubanos And billions get served like McDonalds So get the fuck on before I give you a tray Year though I ride through the calley in my blinged up whip I don't fear no evil pumpin' full clip 'cause you ain't nothin but a bitch to me By 2002 you'll be history CHORUS Yo I motivate to propagate my oral linguistic Mystical science act of defiance Bitches get slapped on non-compliance Catgorize me with industry giants I'm callin shots like my man chick hearn I can mix your burn while you wait your turn I get respect in this here and that's hard to earn I don't do it for the paper I got money to burn My sole motivation is rock the whole nation Make a rhodes scholar out of a dust patient All you drug addicts with the thug tatics You might go to jail if the charge really sticks Life's a bitch don't take it personally (7x) Life's a bitch don't take it personal |
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from Black and White [Clean Version] (Black and White) [ost] (2000)
Yeah Yeah
Whitey Ford and the likwit 2000 zero zero Party just started I got the complex subjects The roughneck stature The jerk factor results and bone fractures Manufactured sounds and images Got me scramblin' like football scrimages Johnny Unitis In god I trust I don't need to get paper everytime I bust Maybe I'll do it for charity Now my label want to jerk me for my royalty I guess thats what you get for loyalty Life's a bitch don't take the shit personally CHORUS: Life's a bitch don't take it personally (3x) Life's a bitch don't take it personal Call me a visionary advasary Known to bust cherry on a young berry Now tell me how much weight can your back carry And tell me how far have you come now Im sick of all these fake rock B-boys who think they down 'cause they got a tattoo and turn their hat round Their all my sons just call me Sam Recognize who I am boy we ain't fam This ain't the sopranos You know I roll with the rythm cubanos And billions get served like McDonalds So get the fuck on before I give you a tray Year though I ride through the calley in my blinged up whip I don't fear no evil pumpin' full clip 'cause you ain't nothin but a bitch to me By 2002 you'll be history CHORUS Yo I motivate to propagate my oral linguistic Mystical science act of defiance Bitches get slapped on non-compliance Catgorize me with industry giants I'm callin shots like my man chick hearn I can mix your burn while you wait your turn I get respect in this here and that's hard to earn I don't do it for the paper I got money to burn My sole motivation is rock the whole nation Make a rhodes scholar out of a dust patient All you drug addicts with the thug tatics You might go to jail if the charge really sticks Life's a bitch don't take it personally (7x) Life's a bitch don't take it personal |
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from Woodstock '99 (2000)
"Everything must change . . " Ends, some people will rob their mother For the ends, rats snitch on one another For the ends, sometimes kids get murdered For the ends, so before we go any further I want my ends I knew this cat named Darrell, he didn't have a dollar He was Harvard material, Ivy League scholar Had a Ph.D., had an M.B.A. But now he's waiting tables cause their's rent to pay Companies downsizing, inflation's rising Can't find a job, he's feeling kind of stressed Doesn't even feel the effects when he says Forgot to count how many times he been blessed So he falls off track, starts smoking the crack And once it hits his brain, starts a chain react Sells the shirt off his back, shoes off his feet He's losing all his teeth, now he's out in the street And all of sudden he's like, Jesse James Trying to stick up kids for their watches and chains But he's from business school, and he's nervous with the tool So he ends up on his back in a bloody poolI knew this chick named Sally, she had a nice strut Knew what I wanted, she was up in the cut Swinging that butt, like race you out here Only rapped the benz, and rocked the fly gear Brand name wearing, champagne waving Jewels around the neck, live style she's craving Ain't no saving, she's doing enough spending If you do the lending, she'll do the bending Straight machine vending, it's money for take Shopping sprees get her on her knees And if you hit her with keys of your crib, you acting funny Come home one day, find her counting out your money >From the Wetlands, all the way to the Apollo If you're broke she'll spit, and if you're rich she might swallow I knew these two homeboys, who made a lot of noise Making money on the block, kids was on they jock They was tougher than leather like Reverend Run DMC, they was toting guns And holdin' weight, goin' out of state Stackin' mad chips, and pushin' phat whips Fly jewels and golds, and got no job And then one did some kid, and one got robbed |
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