Same Old Game

Album cover art for "Same Old Game" by House of Pain

House of Pain - Rap, Boom Bap

Same Old Game

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[Verse 1: Everlast] I'll get your dome piece open, just like a New York deli I'm mad cool like Art Fonzarelli You've seen him on the telly, with Ralph The Mouth I rock the east, west, north, and the south Without a doubt I've been know to turn the party out You want clout, let me show you what it's all about 'Cause I can give it up more than Madonna You want to plea, it's not guilty, your honor 'Cause I can rock it all kinds of live ways Like my man Dennis Miller does it on Fridays I get closer than the Nine Inch Nails I'm the opposite of the definition of stale I'm fresher than the lettuce in your produce section If you come to get us, better bring protection I could rock a Texan, I could rock an Asian I could rock the spectrum from Black to Caucasian [Hook: Everlast] (x4) It's the same old, same old, blasé-blah Sipping on the forty and puffing La [Verse 2: Everlast] I got the soundbite that'll get you uptight You wanna diss, then there might be a fistfight I measure ten on the Richter scale So call me Moby-Dick and watch the great white whale You could play the Ishmael but you're doomed to fail And if you didn't know you better read the tale 'Cause I get mail every time I play And I can take it uptown, J-Disco's way And I can take it back down through the depths of Hell And blow up the spot like an artillery shell 'Cause I've been all the way to the grave and back And mad crews are coming out sounding crazy wack [Hook: Everlast] (x4) It's the same old, same old, blasé-blah Sipping on the forty and puffing La [Verse 3: Everlast] I'm sicker than the AIDS sores with Band-Aids If my eyes are bloodshot, I just put on my shades I never got good grades, 'cause I was acting the fool Ducking out of my school, hiding smoke in the wool And I never knew the plague until it claimed my cousin I acted like he wasn't, but junkies come a dime a dozen I've seen the needle and the damage done A syringe in the vein is like a loaded gun In your mouth blowing up the backside of your mental The only records they can verify are your dental The instrumental is my forum And when I rock the mic I do it with poise and decorum [Hook: Everlast] (x4) It's the same old, same old, blasé-blah Sipping on the forty and puffing La

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  • Everlast