
Date of issue: 20.07.1992
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
Top O' The Morning To Ya |
Ya see I’m Irish, but I’m not a leprechaun |
You wanna fight, then step up and we’ll get it on |
You’ll get a 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 of nuttin, meanwhile I’ll be puffin' |
On a fat blunt, what 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 buckwhylin' |
The House of Pain is pumpin', start jumpin' |
Freak it, funk it, back seat trunk 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 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 shillelagh |
I don’t have dreads cause I shave my head daily |
You call me a skinhead, 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 'em down |
No fuckin' around, homeboy ya get clowned 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. |
«What's the hassle man?» |
Top o' the mornin to ya. |
«What's the hassle man?» |
Top o' the mornin to ya. |
«Hey, are you givin us a hassle man?» |
Greetings, salutations |
Peace to the Nations of Zulu and Islam |
Crack a bottle, rev the throttle |
Put the gear in, now you’re steerin' |
Like Mario Andretti, so let me kick it |
Cause I can make a wicked noise like a cricket |
Rubbin' his legs, my rhymes are like eggs |
Allah’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. |
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 in white gold and green |
I rip shit and backflip 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 hoein |
And how do I know that she’s sprung? |
I know she’s sprung cause yo, the D’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 bowl of Malt-O-Meal |
And by the way. |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Put Your Head Out ft. B Real | 1992 |
Back From The Dead | 2006 |
Guess Who's Back | 1992 |
I'm A Swing It | 1994 |
Runnin' Up On Ya | 2006 |
On Point | 1994 |
Same As It Ever Was | 1994 |
Who's The Man | 1994 |
Over There Shit | 1994 |
Shamrocks And Shenanigans | 1992 |
Fed Up | 1996 |
It Ain't A Crime | 1994 |
House And The Rising Son | 1992 |
Salutations | 1992 |
Shut The Door | 1996 |
Life Goes On | 1992 |
Put On Your Shit Kickers | 1992 |
Danny Boy, Danny Boy | 1992 |
House Of Pain Anthem | 1992 |
Where I'm From | 1994 |