House of Pain - Same Old Game lyrics

I'll get your dome piece open
Just like a New York deli
I'm mad cool like Art Fonzarelli
You've seen him on the telly
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
It's the same old, same old, blasé-blah
Sipping on the forty and puffing La

I got the soundbite that'll get you uptight
You wanna dis then there might
Be a fist fight
I measure ten 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 get 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 coming
Out sounding crazy wack

It's the same old, same old, blasé-blah
Sipping on the forty and puffing La

I'm sicker than the AIDS sores with Band-Aids
If my eyes are bloodshot
I just put on my shades
I never got good grades
Cause I was acting the fool
Ducking out of my school
Hiding smoke in the 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 blowing up the
Backside 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 decorum
It's the same old, same old, blasé-blah
Sipping on the forty and puffing La