Lyric Guess Who s Back
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 40, ya know it makes me horny
Spread them legs, grab my axe
Fire up the grill and crack the kegs
Nobody fear, the party s here
Everlast is comin , the funky drummer s drummin
Ya 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 Everlast, 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
[Chorus]
(He s back) Guess who s back (Everybody s in the street) [4x]
(He s back) (Everybody s in the street) [3x]
(He s back) [2x]
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 checkit, 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
[Chorus]
I ll eat you up like some butter cups from Reeses
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
Yea I m Irish, word to the motherland
But on the otherhand
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
[Chorus]
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 40, ya know it makes me horny
Spread them legs, grab my axe
Fire up the grill and crack the kegs
Nobody fear, the party s here
Everlast is comin , the funky drummer s drummin
Ya 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 Everlast, 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
[Chorus]
(He s back) Guess who s back (Everybody s in the street) [4x]
(He s back) (Everybody s in the street) [3x]
(He s back) [2x]
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 checkit, 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
[Chorus]
I ll eat you up like some butter cups from Reeses
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
Yea I m Irish, word to the motherland
But on the otherhand
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
[Chorus]
