Top O' The Morning To Ya Lyrics - Fine Malt - House Of Pain

She won't come 

Just when you want it 

Ya see, I'm Irish but I'm not a leprechaun 

You wanna fight then step up and we'll get it on 

You gotta 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 jokin', you can bet you'll be chokin' 

On a fist full a nothin', meanwhile I'll be puffin' 

On a fat blunt, run punk, you don't know the half 

Tryin' to talk shit, man, please don't make me laugh 

These Irish eyes are smilin', I'm buckwildin' 

The House of Pain is pumpin', start jumpin' 

Freak it, funk it, back seat junk it 

If you can't get with it, you'll wind up sweatin' it 

Then you'll get a beatin' 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'll come off 

We got the cake that you're tryin' to get a crumb off 

The Irish stylee, the Celtic jazz 

No one has it, just us that's it 

If you try to take it, I 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 them down 

No fuckin' around 

Home boy ya get clown like Krusty, trust me 

You shouldn't play and by the way 

Top o' the mornin' to ya 

(What's the hassle man?) 

Top o' the mornin' to ya 

(What's the hassle man?) 

Top o' the mornin' to ya 

(What's the hassle man?) 

Top o' the mornin' to ya 

(Hey, are you givin' us a hassle man?) 

Greetin's, salutations 

Peace to the nations of Zulu and Islam 

Crack the bottle, rev the throttle 

Put the gear in, now you're steerin' like Mario Andretti 

So let me kick it, cause I can make a wicked 

Noise like a cricket 

Rubbin' his legs 

My rhymes are like eggs 

I'll keep layin' 'em, I'll keep sayin' '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 mornin' to ya 

(What's the hassle man?) 

Top o' the mornin' to ya 

(What's the hassle man?) 

Top o' the mornin' to ya 

(What's the hassle man?) 

Top o' the mornin' to ya 

(Hey, are you givin' us a hassle man?) 

Extra extra, read all about it 

How could ya doubt it? Now scream and shout it 

The House of Pain soon will reign 

Over the hip hop scene and like golden green 

I rip shit and back flip 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 flowin' 

Collectin' my dough, I got your girlfriend ho-in' 

And how do I know that she's funk? 

I know she's broke cause yo, the T's hung 

Like a Shetland pony, gettin' paid like Sony 

So never ever try to play me out like a phony 

'Cause I can get real thick like a bull with Mark Toneil 

And by the way, top o' the mornin' to ya 

(What's the hassle man?) 

Top o' the mornin' to ya 

(What's the hassle man?) 

Top o' the mornin' to ya 

(What's the hassle man?) 

Top o' the mornin' to ya 

(Hey, are you givin' us a hassle man?) 

{He who breaks the law goes back to the House of Pain 

He who breaks the law goes back to the House of Pain}