Over There Shit Lyrics - Same As It Ever Was - House Of Pain

Here's the new shit I'm on, we can all get along 

But if ya step to me wrong, I'm gonna bang ya like a gong 

And I don't need a gang to do it, I creep solo 

Beat ya till ya dead, put out ya freakin' head 

That's how I do it cause I'm sick like that 

And you'll get kicked like that if ya fakin' the funk 

I got a trunk full of beats and a head full of rhymes 

I got stains on my sheets from all the good times 

That I spent with ya hookers, some were good lookers 

And some were just stunts after too many blunts 

Ya got ya arm around ya girl but don't make me laugh kid 

Gettin' steam pressured, girl's schemin' on the grafted 

Pale faced Celt, backed up, catch a welt 

From the buckle of my belt, now tell me how that felt 

Ooh, I'm on some of the over there shit 

Ooh, I'm on some of the over there shit 

Ooh, I'm on some of the over there shit 

I'm on some Milk D, I don't care shit 

I don't care 

It's the return of the livin' dead, put all concerned to bed 

I'm alive and kickin', ask any girl I'm stickin' 

Back once again, I never shot no heroin 

Or hit the glass pipe, ass wipe 

Stop the rumor, I'll kill ya like a tumor in your colon 

I'll leave your shit all swollen 

Get off my dick 'cuz thick is how I'm rollin' 

The Soul Assassainator'll get ya open like a crater 

I'm down with psycho beta cuz I'm flava' like a plate a' 

Corned beef and cabbage, I'm a savage on the set 

Don't do nuthin' you'll regret 

Because you'll end up gettin' wet like water 

I'm out for slaughter, pops lock up your daughter 

Ooh, I'm on some of the over there shit 

Ooh, I'm on some of the over there shit 

Ooh, I'm on some of the over there shit 

I'm on some Milk D, I don't care shit 

I don't care 

I rock a paid style 'cuz free's amateur 

If ya play me close punk I'm gonna' damage ya 

We got the Funk Doobie in the house with the Mickey Mouse 

I spot a hooker then I'm runnin' up in ya blouse 

I ain't a bitch so don't play me soft 

I got a round in my chamber and the safety's off 

Pullin' on the trigger, ain't nuttin' brave 

But I'm a sick fucker like a red-neck trucker 

And I just might buck ya down 

You're starin' down my barrel so ya jump around 

Ya try to get away but I'm too quick to pull 

So don't try to gas me punk, my tank's full 

I ain't got the time, I don't need the fuel 

Punk we can duel, I'll take ya ass to school 

And break down the lesson, here's the pop quiz 

I gets Top Billin, you can ask Giz 

Ooh, I'm on some of the over there shit 

Ooh, I'm on some of the over there shit 

Ooh, I'm on some of the over there shit 

I'm on some Milk D, I don't care shit 

I don't care