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Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities


Genres: Rock
Total songs: 2
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Punch Drunk Lyrics - Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities - House Of Pain

You know I rock microphones like they got back bones 

And I'll roll on your show like some biscuit dough 

Yeah you steady bitin' styles off the next man's flow 

Think your Jackson, but your name ain't Bo 

I'm only hittin' chicks fine as Madelyn Stone 

Got a closet in my crib where the hydroponic grow 

Act like you know, Lee tokes the chronic 

It ain't the season, the reason's strictly economic 

So pour the jinn and tonic 

Punk the Tony Bennet 

If wifey ain't watchin', hon, I'm runnin' up in it 

I make it hot and spicy like some wavos rancheros 

Then hit the Knick game with my man Don Terros 

And if the Knicks are winnin', then Spike Lee's grinnin' 

So next I hit the spot with Stretch Armstrong spinnin' 

Sippin' whiskeys to my favorite cuts 

Watchin' all the earthpieces shake their butts 

Some people think I'm nuts 'cause I act a little funny 

But play me soft, I'll beat ya down like ya stole money 

 

CHORUS: 

Politickin' with your chickens, it's time to get loose 

(Sample: It's the wicked pain inflicted with the Mickey's deuce deuce) 

Throw your hands in the air and shake your caboose 

(Sample) 

 

I see a million ??? goin' out on the bottle 

The heavyweight champ never was a role model 

I keep it idle, with my B-boy bravado 

From downtown Brooklyn all the way to Colorado 

Yeah, someone play the lotto, kid, if you feel lucky 

I'm not a toy, but I'll hunt you down like Chucky 

You must be buggin' 'cause I heard you want to buck me 

You just trippin', 'cause your woman wants to ??? me 

 

CHORUS 

 

Yo, we're par for the course when behind closed doors 

You never go for yours when it matters the most 

Ya like to, brag and boast, and drink and make a toast 

But ya don't come close kid, you're comin' up ghost 

Plus you playin' high post like you got ??? 

But your girl's on my jimmy tryin' to give me besos 

Before you vanish, kid that's spanish for kisses 

I'm nuttin' up, I'm cuttin' up, the first man that disses 

 

CHORUS 

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