Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Runnin' Up On Ya, artist - House Of Pain. Date of issue: 21.08.2006
Song language: English
Runnin' Up On Ya |
| 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 |