Lyrics Guess Who’s Back - House of Pain
I
got
the
skills
to
pay
the
bills
I
don′t
pop
pills
but
I
send
chills
Up
your
spine
when
I
rhyme
I
get
wicked
you
got
a
booger
pick
it
Sippin'
on
the
forty
ya
know
it
makes
me
horny
Spread
them
legs,
grab
my
ax
Fire
up
the
grill
and
crack
the
kegs
Nobody
fear
the
party′s
here
Everlast
is
comin',
the
funky
drummer's
drummin′
You
only
came
backstage
to
make
the
front
page
To
get
me
locked
up
or
get
yourself
knocked
up
But
I
ain′t
with
it
even
if
I
did
it
I
got
a
hundred
homeboys
to
say
I
didn't
hit
it
My
name′s
Ever
last,
I
got
the
funky
rhymes
I
make
more
papers
than
the
LA
Times
I
don't
do
lines,
but
I
puff
blunts
I
don′t
rock
fronts,
but
I
stuff
stunts
Fill
'em
to
the
brim
like
a
cup
of
coffee
If
ya
don′t
know
me,
homey,
back
up
off
me
'Cause
I
ain't
soft,
see,
I′ll
fly
ahead
You
wind
up
dead,
you
made
your
bed
Now
ya
gotta
lie
in
it,
don′t
bother
tryin'
it
Take
my
advice,
homeboy,
think
twice
Before
you
step
up,
step
back
or
catch
a
smack
Guess
who′s
back
He's
back
Guess
who′s
back
He's
back
Guess
who′s
back
He's
back
Guess
who's
back
He′s
back
Guess
who′s
back
He's
back
Everybody′s
in
the
street
He's
back
Everybody′s
in
the
street
He's
back
Everybody′s
in
the
street
He's
back
He's
back
He′s
back
from
the
dead
with
the
shaved
head
Don′t
start
to
trip,
dip,
I
brought
my
lead
Just
in
case
you
wanna
fuck
around
I'll
stare
ya
dead
in
the
face
and
then
I′ll
buck
ya
down
I'll
put
ya
six
feet
deep,
some
say
talk′s
cheap
But
I
make
big
bucks
servin'
up
punk
ducks
By
the
pound,
I
got
the
sound
I
never
been
checked,
I
only
get
wrecked
I
kick
the
willy
drag,
let
my
pants
sag
Don′t
give
up
the
booty
'cause
I
ain't
no
fag
Checkin′
out
check
it,
I′m
prone
to
wreck
shit
If
ya
dig
this
joint,
check
the
next
shit
I'm
Everlast
and
it′s
a
natural
fact
That
the
white
man
is
back
He's
back
Guess
who′s
back
He's
back
Guess
who′s
back
He's
back
Guess
who's
back
He′s
back
Guess
who′s
back
He's
back
Guess
who′s
back
He's
back
Guess
who′s
back
He's
back
Guess
who′s
back
He's
back
Guess
who's
back
He′s
back
Everybody′s
in
the
street
He's
back
Everybody′s
in
the
street
He's
back
Everybody′s
in
the
street
I'll
eat
you
up
like
some
butter
cups
from
Reese′s
I
come
in
peace,
but
you'll
leave
in
pieces
That's
how
I′m
livin′,
that's
how
it
goes
Everyday
I′m
sleepin',
every
night
I′m
doin'
shows
Always
gettin′
hoes
when
there's
hoes
to
get
got
Always
wear
my
hat
so
I
never
need
a
shot
Always
drink
a
beer
before
I
write
a
rhyme
And
if
I
have
to
drive
I
avoid
the
one
time
Stay
between
the
lines
and
I
won't
get
pulled
over
I
don′t
need
luck
′cause
I
got
a
four
leaf
clover
Yeah,
I'm
Irish,
word
to
the
motherland
But
on
the
other
hand
I
love
America,
apple
pie,
mom
and
all
that
My
pockets
stay
phat,
step
the
fuck
back
Play
me
close
and
you
catch
a
mean
dose
of
my
fist
Homeboy,
you
get
dissed
He′s
back
Guess
who's
back
He′s
back
Guess
who's
back
He′s
back
Guess
who's
back
He's
back
Guess
who′s
back
He′s
back
Everybody's
in
the
street
He′s
back
Everybody's
in
the
street
He′s
back
Everybody's
in
the
street
He′s
back
Everybody's
in
the
street
He's
back
Everybody′s
in
the
street
He′s
back
He-he-he's
back
1 Put on Your Shit Kickers
2 Guess Who’s Back
3 Jump Around - Pete Rock Remix
4 Salutations
5 Feel It
6 One For The Road
7 Come And Get Some Of This
8 Danny Boy, Danny Boy
9 Shamrocks And Shenanigans
10 Put Your Head Out
11 Commercial 1
12 House And The Rising Son
13 House of Pain Anthem
14 Commercial 2
15 Life Goes On
16 All My Love
17 Top o’ the Morning to Ya
18 Shamrocks and Shenanigans (Boom Shalock Lock Boom Butch Vig remix)
Attention! Feel free to leave feedback.