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House of Pain - All That Hip Hop - Same As It Ever Was
All That Hip Hop
Disc 1
01. Planet Rock
02. It's A Party
03. 1,2,3,4 (Sumpin' New)
04. The Jump Off
05. Takin' All The Jazz
06. Can't Let You Go
07. You Played Yourself
08. Bomb Intro/Pass That Dutch
09. Booty Funk
10. Have Fun
11. Case Of The P.T.A.
12. Awnaw
13. Come Into My House
14. Everything's Gonna Be Alright
15. Body In The Trunk
Disc 2
01. Work It
02. Me Myself And I
03. Can't Deny It
04. Colors
05. Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Could See
06. Phonetime
07. Kentucky Mud
08. Superthug
09. Proteck Ya Neck II The Zoo
10. Latifah's Law
11. Go Brooklyn 3
12. Shamrocks And Shenanigans
13. Never Miss A Beat
14. Nasty
15. The Return Of The Crazy One
Disc 3
01. Too Hot
02. Potholes In My Lawn
03. Queen B@#$H
04. Same As It Ever Was
05. Brooklyn Zoo
06. I Got Love
07. I Got Love
08. Money (Dollar Bill)
09. Invincible
10. Come Baby Come
11. Bring It On
12. Supermodel (You Better Work)
13. Doowutchyalike
14. Feel Me Flow
15. Freedom Got An AK
Uh shoot 'em all baby
Just call it in one time for me real heavy
Back in black
Who's the mack
Sittin' on the back
Of a Cadillac
It's the D motherfucker
Better pass me the mic
So I can rock on
And drop the styles I write
I like hip-hop
Ya don't stop
And all that
I rock the freak styles
And neat styles
That are crazy fat
It's making me sick
Punk get off my dick
chorus
'Cause I'm the same motherfucker
That I ever was
Same motherfucker
But I can't pay attention
'Cause I'm on that dust
My head's not swell
Kid I'm not sell
Don't feed me soup
Just give me the funky loop
I'll rock it to the best of my ability
Runnin' mad styles and showin' flexibility
'Cause I'm the man that's on point
When I jam a funky joint
I want some other over there
Yo, I just don't care shit
Pass the mic
Then I'm gonna' tear shit
Up like a piece of paper
Your girl caught the vapor
When I ran the caper
I ain't rearranged
So don't look strange
I'm the same motherfucker
Ain't a damn thing changed
chorus
'Cause I'm hard like stone
Don't play me soft
And I rock rhymes frequently
I drop it off and
I'm off in space
I remember your face
But don't remember your name
'Cause it's all the same
As it ever was
That's what it is money grip
Don't trip
Or I'm gonna' bust that lip
chorus
Bust it, flip it, skip it
Just like a stone on a river
Ya know I'm gonna' give her
Whole lotta' flavor
Criminal behavior
Used to be how I made it
But that shit's over rated
Now I rock rhymes over funky beats
I fuck fine hookers between satin sheets
They say money changes people
But I won't 'cause
I'm the same motherfucker that I ever was
chorus
And ya don't quit
'Cause I'm on that dust
Soul assassins are on that dust[ha ha...]
My man J. Disco is on that dust
Cypress Hill is on that dust
FunkDoobiest is on that dust