Put On Your Shit Kickers Lyrics - Fine Malt - House Of Pain

Yea, check it out now everybody check it out now 

Yo, I got the corn beef I got the moz 

I got the shotty ay yo, I got the buck shot 

Ay yo, I got the burgers I got the grill 

If you're steppin' up next ya better flex that skill 

The House Of Pain is in full effect 

Everybody in the place give full respect 

If your girl's in the house keep the ho in check 

And if I'm bustin' off caps, you better hit the deck 

Steppin' on stage with the fly routines 

I'm hemmin' up suckers like bell bottom jeans 

I always switch trains in Jamaica, Queens 

When I go to by the street to see my Aunt Ilene 

Danny boy's comin' with the Irish style 

The money back guarantee, I make it worth your while 

I'm layin' out fools like kitchen tile 

You come around with a frown, and ya leave in a pile 

Step back man, I ain't a black man 

But everytime I grab the mike I rock a Phat Jam 

Without the slim fast, and if I skim past 

You know I step up and get a ho with gym blast 

I give her what she wants, even if she fronts 

The hill is down with the house, they got the philly blunts 

Ya know we roll 'em up, and then we light 'em up 

And then we puff 'em up and pass them 

So Danny Boy blasts 'em 

I got the shell-toed Adidas, with the fat strings 

The Celtic crosses, and the claudor rings 

The straight edges razor and the marther pump 

You heard me shit clickin', now it's time to jump 

Jump around just like a frog on a log 

Fuck the dukes because I like Boss Hogg 

I'm hittin' home runs like my man Wade Boggs 

And if you try to act stupid, I'm droppin' the dogs 

Every time I go to town people start kickin' my dog around 

It makes no difference if my dog's a hound 

You better stop kickin' my dog around 

Put on your shit kickers and kick some shit 

Put on your shit kickers and kick some shit 

Put on your shit kickers and kick some shit 

Put on your shit kickers and kick some shit 

Now I've droppin' records since the age of seventeen 

First I came solo, but I now I got a team 

It's the four man crew, with the Irish stew 

You catch us puffin' on a blunt, and sippin' a brew 

What's up with that brew man, hurry up and finish 

Now grab the bar maid and order me another Guinness 

You can drink the Guinness while I'm sippin' on the Mickeys 

When it comes to hookers, yo, the ever last is picky 

Always got my hat in case I come across a quickly 

And when I do my shows I get the hoes all hot and sticky 

The House Of Pain is in full effect, yeah 

I say The House Of Pain is in full effect 

You know The House Of Pain is in full effect, yeah 

And anyone who steps up is gettin' wrecked 

Put on your shit kickers and kick some shit 

Put on your shit kickers and kick some shit 

Put on your shit kickers and kick some shit 

Put on your shit kickers and kick some shit 

Put on your shit kickers and kick some shit 

Put on your shit kickers and kick some shit 

Put on your shit kickers and kick some shit 

Put on your shit kickers and kick some shit 

Check it out now! owww 

I said The House Of Pain 

We out