Top O' The Morning To Ya - 30 Years Remaster
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She won't come
Just when you want it
You see, I'm Irish, but I'm not a leprechaun
You wanna fight? Then step up, and we'll get it on
You get a right to the grill
I'm white and I ill
A descendant of Dublin with titanic skill
I ducked and I swing, next thing your jaw's broken
Punk, I ain't joking, you can bet you'll be choking
On a fist full of nothing
Meanwhile I'll be puffing on a fat blunt
Run, punk, you don't know the half
Trynna talk shit, man, please don't make me laugh
These Irish eyes are smiling, I'm buck wilding
The House of Pain is pumping, start jumping
Freak it, funk it, back seat, trunk it
If you can't get with it, you'll wind up sweating it
Then you get a beating, just like an egg
It's so hard to run when you've got a broken leg
But we can have a run off
The House of Pain will come off
We got the cake that you're trynna get a crumb of
The Irish stylee, the Celtic jazz
No one has it, just us that's it
If you try to take it, I've got a big shileighly
I don't have dreads 'cause I shave my head daily
You call me a skinhead, I call you a pin head
Yo, where you been, man? Just like the Tin Man
You got no heart, here comes the good part
I pick 'em, buck 'em
Cut 'em up, and buck 'em down
No fucking around
Homeboy, you get clowned like Krusty
Trust me, you shouldn't pay
And by the way, top o' the morning to ya
(What's the hassle, man?)
Top o' the morning to ya
(What's the hassle, man?)
Top o' the morning to ya
(What's the hassle, man?)
Top o' the morning to ya
(Hey, are you giving us a hassle, man?)
Greetings, salutations
Peace to the Nations of Zulu and Islam
Crack the bottle, rev the throttle
Put the gear in, now you're steering
Like Mario Andretti, so let me kick it
'Cause I can make a wicked noise like a cricket
Rubbing his legs, my rhymes are like eggs
Oh, I'll keep laying 'em, I'll keep saying 'em
This is the House of Pain, we're far from plain
But we're not fancy, Ron and Nancy
So, "Just Say No", but I say go
Straight to Hell, I kiss and tell
So, if you're a ho, all my friends know
What you gotta say? Let's hit the hay
And have no delay
And, yo, by the way
Top o' the morning to ya
(What's the hassle, man?)
Top o' the morning to ya
(What's the hassle, man?)
Top o' the morning to ya
(What's the hassle, man?)
Top o' the morning to ya
(Hey, are you giving us a hassle, man?)
Extra, extra, read all about it
How could you doubt it?
Now, scream and shout it
The House of Pain soon will reign
Over the hip-hop scene in white, gold, and green
I rip shit and backflip like a Jedi
I roll with the groove, and I'm smooth
And you can bet I come correct
And get respect when I'm flowing
Collecting my dough, I got your girlfriend ho-ing
And how do I know she's sprung? (She's sprung)
I know she's sprung 'cause, yo, the T's hung
Like a Shetland pony, getting paid like Sony
So, never ever try to play me out like a phony
'Cause I can get real thick like a bowl of Malt-O-Meal
And by the way, top o' the morning to ya
(What's the hassle, man?)
Top o' the morning to ya
(What's the hassle, man?)
Top o' the morning to ya
(What's the hassle, man?)
Top o' the morning to ya
(Hey, are you giving us a hassle, man?)