Feel it chords and lyrics - HOUSE OF PAIN

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[Verse 1]
[C#]Mean[D]whil[Dm]e, b[Am]ack
at the ranch,
[Dm]we got Bo, Duke [Am]and Daisy goin' to
Go see Boss Hogg. Then ya got Kooter
fix[Dm]in' over them [Am]cars...
I don't [Dm]need [Am]a glock cause
I'm not a hard rock
Got bitches on my jock,
like [Dm]New Kids On The B[Am]lock
I can't lose like Parker Lewis,
[D]I'm und[Am]efeated
Step into my sector,
homeboy, you'll [Dm]get [Am]greeted
By the 380 colt mus[D]tang [Am]in my pocket
I had a few drinks [Dm]already,
don't make me [Am]cock it
Cause if I have to cock it,
well [Dm]then it's [Am]gettin' shot
And if it's [Dm]gettin' [Am]shot, well, [Dm]yo,
you're gettin' [Am]bucked down
I don't fuck around,
I ain't got time for punks
But I got time to smoke all
[Dm]the skunk [Am]philly blunts
Stunts gather [Dm]round,
[Am]check out the sound
And let's get [Dm]down [Am]to do the nasty,
freaky, [Dm]funky
[Am]Stinky, junky, let's bump ugli[Dm]es
[Am]in the nighttime
Between [Dm]the sheets
[Am]Cause I rock fly rhymes over funky beats
The Celtic ruin, the legion of doom
Now gimme the track,
or with the fat back doom
Now gimme some room, and I'll explode
Cock back my hammer,
then squeeze off my load
So hit the road, Jack,
and don't come back no more
Or I'll be moppin' up the floor with
your crew of soft [Dm]core
[Am]Punk pussy bitches, jail house snitches
On stage, I get wrecked and
I collect my riches
[Dm]I get [Am]the funky style,
and like Gomer Pile
You'll be 'Surprise
surprise surprise!' as I
Rise to the top, [Dm]fuck a [Am]punk cop
I'm always hip- hop,
[Dm]only a pimple goes pop
[Am]So you better quit, zit
[Dm]I came [Am]to rip shit
Blastin' with the [Dm]Soul Assassins
[Am]Askin' the question,
[Dm]teac[Am]hin' t[Dm]he lesson
[Am]Bringin' the West Coast back
to the [Dm]East [Am]Coast
Where it all started,
what're you, re[Dm]tarded
[Am]You're startin' to trip
from that [Dm]Jheri curl drip
[Am]Soakin' in your brain,
the House Of [Dm]Pain
[Am]Is causin' pain, and feelin' pain
[Dm]So feel it[Am][Dm]

[Verse 2]
[Dm]Chorus
Just [Am]feel [Dm]it
[Am]Feel [Dm]it
Just [Am]feel [Dm]it
C'mon, y'all, [Am]feel it

[Verse 3]
Back [Am]to the rhyme, I'm always on time
A lime to a lemon, [Dm]yo, a lemon to a lime
[Am]I rock the old school
style and it's futile
To step up, cause you'll get [Dm]swept up
Like [Am]dust, or I just might bust
and unload my clip
Unless you're a punk,
then I'll just [Dm]pop you in the [Am]lip
And show you the deal,
[Dm]now how did that[Am] feel
You know I'm killin' any
[Dm]pig that s[Am]queals
I'm fillin' up reels of tape
with my fly rhymes
And I've got a subsciption to High Times
Son Dooby's in the back,
the Mexican Ralph Emms is on the track
My DJ Lethal, he's on the cut
When I bust a dope rhyme,
it's like bustin' [Dm]a nut
[Am]So let me jerk off on the mic
and [Dm]get it s[Am]ticky
When I drink a brew it's either
[Dm]Guinness or mickeys
I'll put your [Am]head out just like a
fuckin' Malboro
Don't fuck with me, punk,
you know that [Dm]I'm thorough
[Am]Bred like a race horse,
right- in- your- face force
Feedin' you beats,
straight off the streets
[Dm]So c[Am]atch me catch me,
if you [Dm]can
[Am]You know I'm the man like
Chewbacca knows Han
Solo, bolos are what I'll [Dm]be throwin'
[Am]When I be flowin', I get the [Dm]job done
Cause [Am]I'm number one, the Prodigal Son
I left and I came back,
but not with the same rap
And not with the same style,
I'm known to get buckwild
The luck of the Irish spreads like a virus
[Dm]So[Am][Dm]
[Am]feel[Dm][Am][Dm][Am][Dm]
[Am][Dm][Am][Dm][Am][Dm]
[Am][Dm][Am]
[Dm][Am][Dm][Am]
[Dm]it[Am]

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