Shamrocks And Shenanigans Lyrics - Fine Malt - House Of Pain

Alright, now 

Boom sha lock lock boom 

Boom sha lock lock boom 

Boom sha lock lock boom 

Boom sha lock lock boom 

I kicks the flava, like Steven King writes horror 

If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah 

I got rhymes for ya, excuse me, senora 

Are you a hore or are you a lady? 

Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady? 

Let me know hon, the deed'll get done 

Just assume the position, I'll take my rod 

And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin' 

I'm always in the knowin' 

When it comes to givin' pleasure 

I'm every woman's treasure 

I came to work your body, so let me do my job 

I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off 

'Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes 

Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes 

Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot 

Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot 

I never been a front, I never a fraud 

I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord 

'Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed 

I always got my gun but I never wear a vest 

I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw 

From the cartoon 'Boom Sha Lock Lock' 

(Boom sha lock lock boom) 

Alright now 

(Boom sha lock lock boom) 

Everybody 

(Boom sha lock lock boom) 

Alright now 

(Boom sha lock lock boom) 

Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper 

Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper 

Hit ya like a lyrical murderer 

I know ya think I have but, yo, I never heard of ya 

Just because you heard of me, kid 

Fuck around until you do the lifetime bid 

I'll put you in the dirt and leave your ass for dead 

When it comes to tools, T's the sharpest in the shed 

'Cause I'm the 55 Cadillac king 

It ain't nothing, my cargo ring 

We'll bust you in the crib 

I got the skill, you gots to chill 

'Cause I bring doom 

I got the boom sha lock lock boom 

(Boom sha lock lock boom) 

Alright now 

(Boom sha lock lock boom) 

Everybody 

(Boom sha lock lock boom) 

Alright now 

(Boom sha lock lock boom) 

A little louder 

A preacher in the dirt 

A preacher in the dirt 

A preacher in the dirt 

I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles 

I rock all mikes, I last all night 

I puff fat blunts, I rock fine stunts 

Step up, bo, I'll knock out your gold fronts 

Everlast, that's my name 

My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame 

'The House Of Pain's' the name of my clip 

You can't be down, punk, get off my dick 

You make me sick, like Strawberry Quik 

Your style is wack, you ain't the mac 

So yo, step back, get off the crack 

And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom 

(Boom sha lock lock boom) 

Alright now 

(Boom sha lock lock boom) 

Everybody 

(Boom sha lock lock boom) 

Alright now 

(Boom sha lock lock boom) 

A little louder 

(Boom sha lock lock boom) 

Alright now 

(Boom sha lock lock boom) 

Everybody 

(Boom sha lock lock boom) 

Alright now 

(Boom sha lock lock boom) 

A little louder 

(Boom sha lock lock boom) 

Alright now 

(Boom sha lock lock boom) 

Everybody 

(Boom sha lock lock boom) 

Alright now 

(Boom sha lock lock boom) 

A little louder 

(Boom sha lock lock boom) 

Alright now 

(Boom sha lock lock boom) 

Everybody 

(Boom sha lock lock boom)