Ya, dis me and I'm a dis ya back I'm a swing it, I'm a swing it I'm a swing it, I'm a swing it
I said, but I won't repeat it If you've got a cold starve it, if you've got a fever feed it And if you can't feed it then why not blow You may be positive
it is, homie, like it or not It ain't a crime if you don't get caught It ain't a sale if it don't get bought It ain't a show if I don't get paid She
the cause When it's time to rock a funky joint, I'm on point When it's time to rock a funky jam, I'm the man When it's time to rock a funky joint, I
quit Yeah, keep it comin' And ya don't stop They say Uh and ya don't quit It's not paranoia I got something for ya It's made of chrome And it'll burst
't care shit I don't care I rock it page style 'cuz freed damaged ya If ya play me close punk I'm gonna' damage ya We got the FunkDoobie in the house
same as it ever was That's what it is money grip don't trip Or I'm gonna' bust that lip 'Cause I'm the same motherfucker That I ever was, same motherfucker
much love to my man bronk style You came to my party and son, you made it worthwhile And much love to my man son doobie If I needed it again you'd sell
I used to kick it with the thugs, pushin' drugs in the park Makin' every mark that was out after dark Stick 'em for their loot, cut 'em up then I'd dash
every day no more And 'cuz they don't see me they think I've changed But I'm the same motherfucker no doubt What's it all about, I thought we was people
get started, just disregard it 'Cause I'm retarted with an agrial stubin' When I see a bootleg I take my record and dupe it Scoop it, just like a news
on ya Runnin' up on ya The House Of Pain Runnin' up on ya The House Of Pain Runnin' up on ya Give me some elbow room, spark the boom then pass it I
Translation: House Of Pain. Same As It Ever Was.
I drop it off and I'm off in space I remember your face But don't remember your name 'Cause it's all the same As it ever was That's what it is money
what I said But I won't repeat it If you've got a cold, starve it If you've got a fever, feed it And if you can't feed it Then why not blow You might
chorus(4x) When it's time to rock a funky joint I'm on point When it's time to rock a funky jam I'm the man Well it's the D to the A, double N Y BO
knuckled dragon Who gits on the wagon I'm not the 12 stepper Dont play me like a lever My mike sounds nice But it's not salt and pepper Well it's the
: Runnin' Up on Ya Runnin up on ya The House of Pain...runnin' up on ya(2x) Give me some elbow room Spark the boom Then pass it I'll drop ya like acid
