| Lyrics: | (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.
Punks with yer back up, punk you better slack
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!-a |
