| I kicks the flava, like Steven King writes horror
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| If I was a Jew then I’d light a menorah
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| I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora
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| Are you a hore or are you a lady?
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| Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady?
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| Let me know hon, the deed’ll get done
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| Just assume the position, I’ll take my rod
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| And then I’ll go fishin', I’ll get your river flowin' I’m always in the knowin'
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| When it comes to givin' pleasure, I’m every woman’s treasure
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| I came to work your body, so let me do my job
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| I’ve never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off
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| 'Cause now I’m makin' records, now I’m makin' tapes
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| Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes
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| Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot
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| Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot
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| I never been a front, I never a fraud
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| I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the lord
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| 'Cause I feel blessed, I’m casually dressed
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| I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest
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| I’m quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw
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| From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom
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| (Boom sha lock lock boom)
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| All right now
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| (Boom sha lock lock boom)
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| A little louder
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| (Boom sha lock lock boom)
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| Everybody
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| (Boom sha lock lock boom)
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| All right now
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| Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper
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| Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper
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| Hit ya like a lyrical murderer
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| I know ya think I have, but yo
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| I never heard of ya
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| Just because you heard of me kid
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| Fuck around until you do the lifetime bid
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| I’ll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead
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| When it comes to tools, T’s the sharpest in the shed
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| 'Cause I’m the 55 Cadillac king
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| It ain’t no thing, my cargo ring
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| We’ll bust you in the crib
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| I got the skill, you gots to chill
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| Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boom
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| (Boom sha lock lock boom)
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| All right now
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| (Boom sha lock lock boom)
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| A little louder
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| (Boom sha lock lock boom)
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| Everybody
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| (Boom sha lock lock boom)
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| All right now
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| I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles
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| I rock all mikes, I last all night
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| I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts
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| Step up bo, I’ll knock out your gold fronts
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| Everlast, that’s my name
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| My unique rhyme style’s my claim to fame
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| The House Of Pain’s the name of my clip
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| You can’t be down, punk, get off my dick
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| You make me sick, like strawberry quik
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| Your style is wack, you ain’t the mac
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| So yo step back, get off the crack
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| And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom
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| (Boom sha lock lock boom)
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| All right now
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| (Boom sha lock lock boom)
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| A little louder
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| (Boom sha lock lock boom)
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| Everybody
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| (Boom sha lock lock boom)
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| All right now
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| (Boom sha lock lock boom)
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| All right now
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| (Boom sha lock lock boom)
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| A little louder
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| (Boom sha lock lock boom)
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| Everybody
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| (Boom sha lock lock boom)
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| All right now |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shamrocks And Shenanigans , by - House Of Pain. Song from the album House of Pain (Fine Malt Lyrics), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп