| Paroles: | Fred Durst's Intro) :
How many of you people remember the House Of Pain?
I wanna bring
out,
my man Poe, from Style Elevish.
And my man Easy Rock,
from the Rock-Steady
Crew.
You like break-dancing baby?
Are you ready?
Pack it up, pack it in, let
me begin.
I came to win, battle me, that's a sin.
I won't ever slack up, punks you better
back up.
Try to play the role, and the whole crew will act up.
Get up, stand up, c'mon put
your hands up,
And if you get the feeling, jump across the ceiling.
Least with the funk
flow, man you talkin' junk yo.
Bust 'em in the eye, and then I'll take the punks
home.
Feelin, fuckin', amps in the trunk,
And I got more ryhmes than the cops at a Dunkin
Donuts shop.
Soon enough I'll get props from the kids in KoRn plus my mom and my
pops.
Came to get down, came to get down, so get your ass up and jump around.
C'mon, jump
around.
Jump around, get up!
Jump around, c'mon!
Jump up, jump up, and get
down!
Jump (repeated 16 times)!
I'll sue your ass like John Mckenroe,
If
your bitch steps up....
Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs.
Got more rhymes than the
Bible's got Psalms.
Just like the Prodigal Son I've returned.
If anyone's steppin' to me
you get burned.
Fuck your lyrics, cause you ain't got none.
And if you wanna battle then
bring a...
Well if you do you're a fool, cause I duel to death.
Try to step to me, you
take your last breath.
I got the skill, man I got your fill.
Cause when I shoot, man, I
shoot to kill.
Came to get down, I came to get down,
So get your ass up and jump
around.
C'mon. Jump around!
Jump around everybody!
Jump around, it's your last
chance!
Jump up, jump up to get down!
Jump (repeated 16 times)!
Everybody
jump!
We'll see ya next year baby |
