House of Pain - Punch Drunk lyrics

Artist: House of Pain
Album: Eddie Soundtrack song: Punch Drunk

You know I rock microphones
Like they got back bones
And I'll roll on your shore
Like some biscuit dough
Yea you study bitin' styles off
The next man's flow think your Jackson
But your name ain't Bo
I'm only hittin' chick fine
As madeleine stowe got a closet in my crib
Where the hydro-phonic grow
Act like you know lee toast the chronic
It ain't the season
The reasons strictly economic
So pour the gin and tonic
Pump the Tony Bennet
If wifey ain't watchin' then I'm
Runnin' up in it i'll make ya hot and spicy
Like some huevos rancheros
Then hit the Knicks game with
My man Don Terros
And if the Knicks are winnin'
Then Spike Lee's grinnin'
Next I hit the spot
With Stretch Armstrong spinnin'
Sippin wiskeys 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


Throw your hands in the air
And shake your caboose
Politicking with your chickens it's
Time to get loose
It's the wicked Pain inflictor with
The MICKEYs deuce deuce

I see a million motherfuckers goin'
Out on the bottle
The Heavy Weight Champion never
Was a role model
I keep it idle with my B-boy bravado
From downtown Brooklyn
All the way to Colorado
So run 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 must be trippin' cause your
Women wants to fuck me

Throw your hands in the air
And shake your caboose
Politicking with your chickens it's
Time to get loose
It's the wicked Pain inflictor with
The MICKEYs deuce deuce

It's four for the cores
It goes on behind closed doors
When you go for yours it matters the most
You like to brag and boast
And drink and make a toast
When you don't come up close
Kid, you be coming up ghost
Plus, you playin' hardclose like
Your cosa nost but you girls on my Jimmy
Try to give me pesos before you finish
Kid that's Spanish for kisses
I'm nuttin' up, cuttin' up
The first man who disses


Throw your hands in the air
And shake your caboose
I'm politicking with your chickens It's
Time to get loose
It's the wicked Pain inflictor with
The MICKEYs deuce deuce

Before you play yourself, kid
Put your head in a noose
It's the wicked Pain inflictor