Guess Who's Back
(专辑: House Of Pain - 1992)
I
got the
skills to pay the
bills I
don't pop pills but I
send chills Up your spine when I
rhyme I
get wicked, you got a
booger, pick it Sipping on the
40, ya know it makes me horny Spread them legs, grab my axe Fire up the
grill and crack the
kegs Nobody fear, the
party's here Everlast is coming, the
funky drummer's drumming Ya only came backstage to make the
front page To get me locked up, or get yourself knocked up But I
ain't with it, even if I
did it I
got a
hundred homeboys to say I
didn't hit it My name's Everlast, I
got the
funky rhymes I
make more papers than the
LA Times I
don't do lines, but I
puff blunts I
don't rock fronts, but I
stuff stunts Fill 'em to the
brim like a
cup of coffee If ya don't know me, homey, back up off me Cause I
ain't soft, see, I'll fly ahead You wind up dead, you made your bed Now ya gotta lie in it, don't bother trying it Take my advice, homeboy, think twice Before you step up, step back Or catch a
smack, guess who's back [Chorus] (He's back) Guess who's back (Everybody's in the
street) [4x] (He's back) (Everybody's in the
street) [3x] (He's back) [2x] He's back from the
dead, with the
shaved head Don't start to trip, dip, I
brought my lead Just in case you wanna fuck around I'll stare ya dead in the
face, and then I'll buck ya down I'll put ya six feet deep, some say talk's cheap But I
make big bucks serving up punk ducks By the
pound, I
got the
sound I
never been checked, I
only get wrecked I
kick the
willy drag, let my pants sag Don't give up the
booty, cause I
ain't no fag Checking out checkit, I'm prone to wreck shit If ya dig this joint, check the
next shit I'm Everlast and it's a
natural fact That the
white man is back [Chorus] I'll eat you up like some butter cups from Reeses I
come in peace, but you'll leave in pieces That's how I'm living, that's how it goes Everyday I'm sleeping, every night I'm doing shows Always getting hoes when there's hoes to get got Always wear my hat so I
never need a
shot Always drink a
beer before I
write a
rhyme And if I
have to drive I
avoid the
one time Stay between the
lines and I
won't get pulled over I
don't need luck cause I
got a
four leaf clover Yea I'm Irish, word to the
motherland But on the
otherhand I
love America, apple pie, mom and all that My pockets stay phat, step the
fuck back Play me close and you catch a
mean dose Of my fist, homeboy you get dissed [Chorus]