歌曲 | Shamrocks And Shenanigans (LP Version) |
歌手 | House of Pain |
专辑 | House Of Pain |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Butch Vig | |
作曲 : Butch Vig | |
I kicks the flava, like Steven King writes horror | |
If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah | |
I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora | |
Are you a whore or are you a lady? | |
Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady? | |
Let me know hon, the deed'll get done | |
Just assume the position, I'll take my rod | |
And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin' | |
When it comes to givin' pleasure, I'm every woman's treasure | |
I came to work your body, so let me do my job | |
I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off | |
Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes | |
Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes | |
Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot | |
Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot | |
I never been a front, I never a fraud | |
I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord | |
Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed | |
I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest | |
I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw | |
From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom | |
Chorus | |
(boom sha lock lock boom) | |
All right now | |
(Boom sha lock lock boom) | |
A little louder | |
(Boom sha lock lock boom) | |
Everybody | |
(Boom sha lock lock boom) | |
All right now | |
Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper | |
Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper | |
Hit ya like a lyrical murderer | |
I know ya think I have, but yo | |
I never heard of ya | |
Just because you heard of me kid | |
**** around until you do the lifetime bid | |
I'll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead | |
When it comes to tools, T's the sharpest in the shed | |
Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king | |
It ain't no thing, my cargo ring | |
We'll bust you in the crib | |
I got the skill, you gots to chill | |
Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boom | |
Chorus | |
I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles | |
I rock all mikes, I last all night | |
I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts | |
Step up bo, I'll kock out your gold fronts | |
Everlast, that's my name | |
My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame | |
The House Of Pain's the name of my clip | |
You can't be down, punk, get off my dick | |
You make me sick, like stawberry Quik | |
Your style is wack, you ain't the mac | |
So yo step back, get off the crack | |
And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom | |
Chorus (2x) |
zuo ci : Butch Vig | |
zuo qu : Butch Vig | |
I kicks the flava, like Steven King writes horror | |
If I was a Jew then I' d light a menorah | |
I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora | |
Are you a whore or are you a lady? | |
Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady? | |
Let me know hon, the deed' ll get done | |
Just assume the position, I' ll take my rod | |
And then I' ll go fishin', I' ll get your river flowin' | |
When it comes to givin' pleasure, I' m every woman' s treasure | |
I came to work your body, so let me do my job | |
I' ve never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off | |
Cause now I' m makin' records, now I' m makin' tapes | |
Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes | |
Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot | |
Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot | |
I never been a front, I never a fraud | |
I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord | |
Cause I feel blessed, I' m casually dressed | |
I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest | |
I' m quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw | |
From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom | |
Chorus | |
boom sha lock lock boom | |
All right now | |
Boom sha lock lock boom | |
A little louder | |
Boom sha lock lock boom | |
Everybody | |
Boom sha lock lock boom | |
All right now | |
Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper | |
Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper | |
Hit ya like a lyrical murderer | |
I know ya think I have, but yo | |
I never heard of ya | |
Just because you heard of me kid | |
around until you do the lifetime bid | |
I' ll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead | |
When it comes to tools, T' s the sharpest in the shed | |
Cause I' m the 55 Cadilac king | |
It ain' t no thing, my cargo ring | |
We' ll bust you in the crib | |
I got the skill, you gots to chill | |
Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boom | |
Chorus | |
I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles | |
I rock all mikes, I last all night | |
I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts | |
Step up bo, I' ll kock out your gold fronts | |
Everlast, that' s my name | |
My unique rhyme style' s my claim to fame | |
The House Of Pain' s the name of my clip | |
You can' t be down, punk, get off my dick | |
You make me sick, like stawberry Quik | |
Your style is wack, you ain' t the mac | |
So yo step back, get off the crack | |
And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom | |
Chorus 2x |
zuò cí : Butch Vig | |
zuò qǔ : Butch Vig | |
I kicks the flava, like Steven King writes horror | |
If I was a Jew then I' d light a menorah | |
I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora | |
Are you a whore or are you a lady? | |
Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady? | |
Let me know hon, the deed' ll get done | |
Just assume the position, I' ll take my rod | |
And then I' ll go fishin', I' ll get your river flowin' | |
When it comes to givin' pleasure, I' m every woman' s treasure | |
I came to work your body, so let me do my job | |
I' ve never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off | |
Cause now I' m makin' records, now I' m makin' tapes | |
Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes | |
Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot | |
Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot | |
I never been a front, I never a fraud | |
I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord | |
Cause I feel blessed, I' m casually dressed | |
I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest | |
I' m quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw | |
From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom | |
Chorus | |
boom sha lock lock boom | |
All right now | |
Boom sha lock lock boom | |
A little louder | |
Boom sha lock lock boom | |
Everybody | |
Boom sha lock lock boom | |
All right now | |
Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper | |
Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper | |
Hit ya like a lyrical murderer | |
I know ya think I have, but yo | |
I never heard of ya | |
Just because you heard of me kid | |
around until you do the lifetime bid | |
I' ll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead | |
When it comes to tools, T' s the sharpest in the shed | |
Cause I' m the 55 Cadilac king | |
It ain' t no thing, my cargo ring | |
We' ll bust you in the crib | |
I got the skill, you gots to chill | |
Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boom | |
Chorus | |
I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles | |
I rock all mikes, I last all night | |
I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts | |
Step up bo, I' ll kock out your gold fronts | |
Everlast, that' s my name | |
My unique rhyme style' s my claim to fame | |
The House Of Pain' s the name of my clip | |
You can' t be down, punk, get off my dick | |
You make me sick, like stawberry Quik | |
Your style is wack, you ain' t the mac | |
So yo step back, get off the crack | |
And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom | |
Chorus 2x |