 Shamrocks and Shenanigans: The Best of House of Pain and Everlast » Lyrics [+ Shtoj +] |
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1. _ Just Another Victim
Victimized
But you're in bed
Stumble out
And run dead
If it ever paid
To sell (a?) (start?) (star? *sigh*)
Environment
Make you smart
Just another victim
Just another victim
Just another victim, kid
I heard it once
But not before
(taking? or begging?) off
And livin bored
My hands are tied
Webbed feet again
Fell in behind
And claim us dead(?)
Just another victim
Just another victim
Just another victim
Cast this
(?)
Give it up
I'll lie to you
(Blamin? Flamin? Played in?) Flame this
(?)
Pointed finger
You fall apart
Just another victim
Just another victim
Just another victim
(fade to HOP)
You played yourself now you point the finger
How I've robbed and raped ya, bruised and scraped ya
But those are just lies, cause in your eyes you've been victimized
It's how you size it up, you disguise it up, and try to make it look
Real
To cover up the low self esteem you feel
Introspection an afterthought, swimmin in guilt your favorite sport
But now you're caught up in the undertow,
You never knew a man could sink so low
But now you know, cause you're John Doe
In a black bag a tag on your toe
I built the House
I felt the Pain
You're victimized but got no one to blame
Just another victim
You're just another victim, kid
Just another victim
You're just another victim kid
Holy Godiva, I'm a survivor
Feeling like DeNiro in Taxi Driver
With Jodi Foster, and Harvy Kietel
Looks like I'm walkin through a livin Hell
So spark that L, and I'll get lifted
Feelin the effects of what my spliff did
Cause I'm gifted, I read Sun Tzu
I bought a Gun too so you'll never come too
The weight of the world ridin on my shoulders
Cause I'm a soldier, I thought I told ya
You're just another Victim
You're just another Victim, kid
You're just another Victim
You're just another Victim, kid
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2. _ Ends
"Everything must change . . "
Chorus:
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 pool
Chorus
I 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
Chorus
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
Chorus (2x)
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3. _ I Got the Knack
(You got it)
(You) (you) (you) (you got it)
(You got it)
(You got it)
(You) (you) (you got it)
(You got it)
Get up everybody and listen to this rhyme
My name is Everlast and yo, I'm always on time
I got what it takes to make this groove complete
And when my DJ is cuttin, he's never missin a beat
I'm down with the Syndicate and they're down with me
I'm also down with Divine, Bilal and Quincy D.
Tairrie B., DJ Lethal and my brother cool Nick
Kid Jazz, Scratch, Bango and Cutmaster Quick
I've worked hard and long to master this trade
And to quote my other song yo, I'm just out to get paid
So sleep on me now for my time will come
Everlast lasts forever, that's why I'm number one
I got the knack
(You got it)
(You know I feel alright)
I got the knack
(You got it)
(You know I feel alright)
I got the knack
(You got it)
(You know I feel alright)
I got the knack
(You got it)
(You know I feel alright)
Everlast is in effect
Gettin big respect
Then I collect big checks
1's, 5's, 10's, 20's
100 g's and I'm pullin honeys
Left and right, day and night
You gotta see it to believe it, it's quite a sight
They're all on my tip to get a sip
Of this poetical performer that's fully equipped
But I'm out to get paid, not to get laid
All across the country my records gettin played
On radio stations, clubs and on tours
And after every show I make three encores
Sleep on me now for my time will come
Everlast last forever, that's why I'm number one
I got the knack
(You got it)
(You know I feel alright)
I got the knack
(You got it)
(You know I feel alright)
I got the knack
(You got it)
(You know I feel alright)
I got the knack
(Ah yeah)
(Hit me)
(Alright)
(Check this out)
Step up, place your bet and I'll serve you fortune
But first I must issue just one word of caution
Dope lyric presentations are my sole notoriety
Everlast is on the rise movin through society
My voice is moist recitin choice vocals
Respected worldwide and feared by locals
Poppin junk out your punk mouth makin bets
It's too late for regrets, it's time to pay your debts
E-v-e-are-l-a-s-t is the name that I bear
A poetic demi-god with skin that's fair
So sleep on me now for my time will come
Everlast lasts forever, that's why I'm number one
I got the knack
(You got it)
(You know I feel alright)
I got the knack
(You got it)
(You know I feel alright)
I got the knack
(You got it)
(You know I feel alright)
I got the knack
(You got it)
(You know I feel alright)
Now there's too many people in this world tryin to play me
Like I'm some kind of sucker constantly they disobey me
Tellin me what's sellin, what kinda records get charted
Sound like him, sound like her - but they all sound retarded
Takin very little time to write down a rhyme
It's confusing to see so many people so blind
Some think that it's a sell-out rhymin to this beat
But Everlast can take any groove and make it sound complete
I got the knack
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4. _ Never Missin' a Beat
[ VERSE 1: Everlast ]
Listen up, learn, you'll get your turn
I'm sendin this out to all it may concern
The party master Everlast is here
Before we begin I'm gonna make this clear
I take no short cuts, Bilal adds dope cuts
If girls were around I'd grab and grope butts
And if she got a man and he tries to step up
It's ashes to ashes and dust gets swept up
Tryin to step to me, boy, you must be sick
Got a nine in my pocket, takin heads out quick
I make my music loud, my parents proud
There's not an artist alive drawing a better crowd
Than the Everlasting operator droppin a groove
To make you get up and dance while I bust this move
And talk about myself, I don't need a partner
Bilal has the cuts, then I'll help start the
Show, let a lyric flow and you'll know
I make you jump up out your seats, scream and say "ho!"
You fall back down completely exhausted
Once you had the sound, but now it seems you lost it
You're worn out, you can't take no more
Since Everlast and Bilal took control of the floor
So jump out your seat, move your feet cause the beat's complete
I'm never missin a beat
(Never missin a beat) --> George Clinton
[ VERSE 2: Everlast ]
There's no need for askin, I'm the Everlastin
My mind is a poll and I'm gonna cast in
The ocean of words and pull out a new rhyme
And if it feels good, then I'll do it two times
Or maybe three, four, or even five times
When I'm done Bilal cuts up my rhyme
He's my partner, not a stand-in
On a 'highway to heaven' just like Mike Landon
And when it comes to battles my boy's a sure win
He's been in more scandals than J.R. Ewing
Busted up more parties than five-o
When it comes to a fight my boy's good to go
So step on stage, we duke it out like men
I beat you down with every word that flows out my pen
And I was the Green Hornet Bilal'd be Kato
Right by my side kickin up dust
And if a sucker acts stupid, grab my gat and bust
You can't run away cause my clip holds ten rhymes
If you been beaten once, I'll beat you ten times
Worse than you ever been beaten before
I don't drop my mic unless my throat gets sore
And that don't happen because when I'm rappin
My rhymes'd beat Gregory Hines if they was tappin
So jump our your seat, move your feet cause the beat's complete
I'm never missin a beat
(Ain't it funky)
[ VERSE 3: Everlast ]
Lyrical and linguistic, somewhat artistic
Some call me a devil, others call me mystic-
al like a crystal ball
And if you step to me you'll take a fall
Just like the Roman Empire
Feel the wrath of a devil's hellfire
Callin me a devil, some think it's a diss
To me it's just a name, it's not stones and sticks
You can't hurt me, I got a positive outlook
Readin my good book
Or maybe some philosophy like Socrates and Plato
Step to me with drugs, I just say no
But I'll drink some lemonade if it's ( ? )
I'm down with DLC and the Styler
The D-i-v-Einstein of rhyme
Is down with me cause he knows that I'm
On my way I will not stray
From the path of knowledge that'll earn my pay
I think for myself, I take advice
And if I did it wrong once, then I do it twice
I check my steps, make sure they're correct
And that's why me and DLC get respect
So jump our your seat, move your feet cause the beat's complete
I'm never missin a beat
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5. _ Same as It Ever Was
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 fat
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 sell
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 piece 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
Bust it, flip it, skip it
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 assassins 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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6. _ On Point
I'm sick, demented
I came to represent it
I rose from the grave
I had a close shave
The cops tried to lock me down
'cause the gloc 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 rolling stone
or I'll leave ya sulkin like Maculay Culkin in Home Alone
So get a grip like Steven Tyler
I used to trip with the divine styler
back in the days there were Irish ways
and Irish laws, stand up for the cause
(chorus)
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
(Danny Boy)
Well it's the D to the A, double N why BO
why, cause I rock shit like I run it in you
It's a black day, avenge quick run get the vest ?
I'm down with the Hill cause I still got the skill
To turn the party out
Its all about the skyscraper
Your girl caught the vapors
so I might videotape her
I make a lot of papers so I don't have to scrape the
bottom of the barrel
I rock fly apparel
Now I could pull your car
stating up the Harley David - son
I got the gun, so the drama, you could save it
Well it's the mad bum rushin'
funky with percussion
from LA to Flushing
I get your girlie blushin'
I'll cutcha like a butcher,
Well it ain't Joe the writer (?)
the old rock a loop cause I'm super like Schneider
(chorus)
I'm ill, retarded
so don't get me started
I might lose my cool
ya lose if we do
cause I can stomp a hole in the soul of a monk
with the rhymes in my head and the beats in my trunk
I got skill kid
and I run the mill kid
for all its worth, I'm gettin mines on Earth
so step to the next head
or like Sadat X said
'He's gone and that's how it flows to be
Don't stand so close to me!'
(chorus)
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7. _ Word Is Bond
(Uh)
Word is Bond
Pop pop pop pop
Grab your chest
Now ya bleedin(punk)lead out ya asshole
Word is Bond
Pop pop pop pop
Grab your chest
Now ya bleedin(punk)lead out ya asshole
Word is Bond
Pop pop pop pop
Grab your chest
Now ya bleedin(punk)lead out ya asshole
Word is Bond
Pop pop pop pop
Grab your chest
Now ya bleedin(punk)lead out ya asshole
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
Word is Bond
Pop pop pop pop
Grab your chest
Now ya bleedin(punk)lead out ya asshole
Word is Bond
Pop pop pop pop
Grab your chest
Now ya bleedin(punk)lead out ya asshole
Word is Bond
Pop pop pop pop
Grab your chest
Now ya bleedin(punk)lead out ya asshole
Word is Bond
Pop pop pop pop
Grab your chest
Now ya bleedin(punk)lead out ya asshole
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
Word is Bond
Pop pop pop pop
Grab your chest
Now ya bleedin(punk)lead out ya asshole
Word is Bond
Pop pop pop pop
Grab your chest
Now ya bleedin(punk)lead out ya asshole
Word is Bond
Pop pop pop pop
Grab your chest
Now ya bleedin(punk)lead out ya asshole
Word is Bond
Pop pop pop pop
Grab your chest
Now ya bleedin(punk)lead out ya asshole
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
Word is Bond
Pop pop pop pop
Grab your chest
Now ya bleedin(punk)lead out ya asshole
Word is Bond
Pop pop pop pop
Grab your chest
Now ya bleedin(punk)lead out ya asshole
Word is Bond
Pop pop pop pop
Grab your chest
Now ya bleedin(punk)lead out ya asshole
Word is Bond
Pop pop pop pop
Grab your chest
Now ya bleedin(punk)lead out ya asshole
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8. _ Punch Drunk
You know I rock microphones
Like they got back bones
And I'll roll on your shore like some bisquit dough
Yea you study writin' styles off the next man's flow
Think your Jackson
But your name ain't Bo
I'm only hittin' chick fine as Madalin Stowe
Got a closet in my crib where the hydrophonic grow
Act like you know
Lee toast the chronic
It ain't the season
The reasons strictly economic
So pour the jinn and tonic
Pump the Tony Bennet
If wifey ain't watchin' then I'm runnin' up in it
I'll make ya hot and spicy like some wavos rancheros
Then hit the Knicks game with my man Don Terros
And if the Knicks are winnin'
Then Spike Lee's grinnin'
Next I hit the spot with Stretch Armstrong spinnin'
Sippin wiskeys to my favorite cuts
Watchin' all the earthpieces shake their butts
Some People think I'm nuts 'cause I act a little funny
But play me soft I'll beat ya down like ya stole money
[CHORUS]
Throw your hands in the air and shake your caboose
Politican' with your chickens it's time to get loose
It's the wicked Pain inflicter with the MICKEYs doose doose...
I see a million ....... goin' out on the bottle
The Heavy-Weight Champion never was a role model
I keep it idle with my be -boy brovado
From downtown Brooklyn
All the way to Colorado
Ya someone play the lotto...kid if you feel lucky
I'm not a toy but I'll hunt you down like Chucky
You must be buggin' 'cause I heard you want to buck me
You must be trippin' 'cause your women wants to fuck me
[CHORUS]
Throw your hands in the air and shake your caboose
Politican' with your chickens it's time to get loose
It's the wicked Pain inflicter with the MICKEYs doose doose...
It's four for the cores
It goes on behind closed doors
When you go for yours
It matters the most
You like to brake a post
And drink and make a toast
When you don't come up close
Kid, you be coming up boast (?)
Plus, you playin' coastandoast (?)
But you girls on my Jimmy
Try to give me bassoast
Before you finish, kid that's Spanish for pieces
I'm nuttin' up, cuttin' up
The first man who disses me
[CHORUS]
Throw your hands in the air and shake your caboose
I'm politican with your chickens It's time to get loose
It's the wicked Pain inflicter with the MICKEYs doose doose...
Before you play yourself, kid, put your head in a noose
It's the wicked Pain inflicter...
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9. _ Pass the Jinn
[Reggae chant, I ain't even tryin to figure it out]
Lay the fuck down
I said lay down
Lay down
[More reggae]
Watch out bust the style I be kicken
I'll play the geek role and bite your head off like a chicken
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10. _ Jump Around [Pete Rock Remix]
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11. _ Who's the Man
I used to kick it with the thugs, pushin' drugs in the park
Makin' every mark that was out after dark
Stick 'em for their loot, cut em up then I'd dash
And when I had to shoot, I'd nutted up for the cash
Ran down the block with my 45 glock
Capped off a round, everybody hit the ground
The next thing I heard was a siren
Couldn't turn around, money grip kept firin'
Runnin' for the ride, I can't go inside
I'd rather that I died, I got too much pride
I guess it's just somethin' that you can't understand
My gun's in my hand, tell me who's the man?
Chorus (x4)
Who's the man with the master plan?
Who's the man? Who's the man?
I used to sell yayo back in the day-o
Ran with the gang, had all the homie's slang
Grams to the quarters, I'm takin' all the orders
Makin' all the runs, Rakin' in the funds
I always got my gun, it's the old six-shooter
King of the neighborhood, crazy white peckerwood
Now people thinkin' Danny lost his mind
It must've been from all the wine man and all the hardtimes
Like chillin' in the park in the dark with the crew
I'm always gettin' high, I saw my man die
Now I got the work and the dough, 25 grand and a 5 keys of blow
I gotta' relocate and start all over
But watch it blow up like a supernova
I keep my game in tight and follow the plan
My gun's in my hand, tell me who's the man?
Chorus (x4)
I got myself locked down in the pen
I ain't got a friend, so here I go again
I gotta' get my props up and earn my respect
Gotta' shake someone up or throw 'em off the top deck
My time's runnin' out, I gotta' spill some blood
If I don't do it quick, shit, my name'll be mud
So I pick out a hardrock and rush him in his cell
Beat his ass down and then say that he fell
And if I gotta' do him, scrw him, the convict's dead
I'll stab him in the chest just to let the rest
Of the cell block know that I'm nobody's ho
My shanks in my hand so tell me who's the man?
Chorus (x4)
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12. _ Jump Around
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13. _ Shamrocks and Shenanigans
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 whore 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 stawberry 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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14. _ What It's Like
We've all seen a man at the liquor store beggin' for your change
The hair on his face is dirty, dread-locked, and full of mange
He asks a man for what he could spare, with shame in his eyes
"Get a job you fucking slob," is all he replies
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes
Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues
[Chorus]
Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like
Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom that said he was in love
He said, "Don't worry about a thing, baby doll
I'm the man you've been dreaming of."
But three months later he say he won't date her or return her calls
And she swear, "God damn, if I find that man I'm cuttin' off his balls."
And then she heads for the clinic and
She gets some static walking through the door
They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner
And they call her a whore
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes
Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose
[Chorus]
I've seen a rich man beg
I've seen a good man sin
I've seen a tough man cry
I've seen a loser win
And a sad man grin
I heard an honest man lie
I've seen the good side of bad
And the downside of up
And everything between
I licked the silver spoon
Drank from the golden cup
And smoked the finest green
I stroked the fattest dimes at least a couple of times
Before I broke their heart
You know where it ends, yo, it usually depends on where you start
I knew this kid named Max
Who used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs
He liked to hang out late
He liked to get shit-faced and keep the pace with thugs
Until late one night there was a big gun fight and Max lost his head
He pulled out his chrome .45, talked some shit, and wound up dead
Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of this pain
You know it comes that way
At least that's what they say when you play the game
God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news
Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose
Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like...to have to lose
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15. _ Put on Your S**t Kickers
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Në Album [+ Shtoj +] |
ky album nuk ka asnjë video. Ju mund të shtoni duke klikuar lidhjen më poshtë.
[+ Shto një video +]
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