Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Over There Shit, artist - House Of Pain. Album song Same As It Ever Was, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.06.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
Over There Shit |
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 hlunts |
Ya got ya arm around ya girl |
But don’t make me laugh kid |
Gettin steam pressured |
Your oirl’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 no 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 cabage |
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 |
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 barrell |
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 gets Top Billin |
You can ask Giz |