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Viewing Lyrics for Same Old Game:

Artist:House Of Pain
No album artwork found
Album:Miscellaneous
Track:Same Old Game
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
Rating:not yet rated     
Views:142
 
Lyrics:I'll get your dome piece open just like a New York deli
I'm mad cool like Garth Manzarelli

You've seen 'em on the tele 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

CHORUS:
It's the same old, same old,
blaze-blah
Sippin' on the forty and puffin' la

I got the sound byte that'll get ya
uptight
You wanna diss then there might be a fist fight
I measure 10 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 give mail
every time I play
And I can take it up town 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 comin' out crazy, whack


CHORUS

I'm sicker than the Aids sores with band-aids
If my eyes are blood shot, I
just put on my shades
I never got good grades, 'cause I was actin' the fool
Duckin' out
of my school, hidin' smokin' a 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 blowin' up the
back side 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 the quorum


CHORUS
 
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