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House Of Pain

Genres: Rock

Same Old Game Lyrics - House Of Pain

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 

 

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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 

 

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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 

 

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