Monday, May 18, 2015

ATF: Hippity Hoppin'

This series will include as many of my all-time favorite (ATF) tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way your musical tastes could be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions you might dare to make.  For I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.



Jump Around
House of Pain
The house
The house
The house
The house

The house of pain is in effect you-all
I say
The House of Pain is in effect
You know
The House of Pain is in effect you-all
The And anyone who steps up is gettin’ run

Pack it up
Pack it in
Let me begin
I came to win
Battle me
That's a sin
I won't tear the sack up
Punk you'd better back up
Try and play the role
And the whole crew will act up
Get up
Stand up
Come on
Throw your hands up
If you've got the feelin'
Jump up and touch the ceilin'
Muggs is a funk fest
Someone's talkin' junk
Yo, I'll bust 'em in the eye
And then I'll take the punks home
Feel it
Funk it
Amps it are junkin'
And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are in a
Dunkin’ Donuts shop
Sure 'nuff
I got props from the kids on the Hill
Plus my mom and my pops
I came to get down
I came to get down
So get out your seats
And jump around

Jump around
Jump around
Jump around
Jump up
Jump up
And get down
Jump
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I'll serve you’re a$$ like John McEnroe
If your girl steps up
I'm smackin' the hoe
Word to your moms
I came to drop bombs
I got more rhymes than the Bible's got Psalms
And just like the Prodigal Son
I've returned
Anyone steppin' to me
You'll get burned
'Cause I got lyrics
And you ain't got none
So if you come to battle
Bring a shotgun
Shotgun
But if you do you're a fool
‘Cause I duel to the death
Try and step to me
You'll take your last breath
I got the skill
Come get your fill
'Cause when I shoot ta give
I shoot to kill
I came to get down
I came to get down
So get out your seats
And jump around

Jump around
Jump around
Jump around
Jump up
Jump up
And get down
Jump
Jump
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I'm the cream of the crop
I rise to the top
I never eat a pig
‘Cause a pig is a cop
Or better yet a terminator
Like Arnold Schwarzenegger
Try'n to play me out like as if
My name was Sega
But I ain't going out like no punk bi(a)tch
Get used to one style
And you know I might switch it up
Up and around
Then buck
Buck you down
Put out your head then you wake up
In the Dawn of the Dead
I'm comin' to get ya
Comin' to get ya
Spittin' out lyrics homie
I'll wet ya
I came to get down
I came to get down
So get out your seats
And jump around

Jump around
Jump around
Jump around
Jump around
Jump up
Jump up
And get down
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
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Let’s Go All the Way!
Insane Clown Posse
Ain’t nobody jealous
Everybody has they own
Nobody’s locked up
Everybody
Everybody is free to roam
Lookin’ at Scrubby
With a hottie on his side
Lookin’ at rich kids
Poor kids
Everybody
Together on the same side
And they down to ride

Let’s go all the way
Let’s go all the way
Let’s go all the way
Let’s go all the way

Ain’t nobody left out
Everybody gets to go
It can never be too crowded
Come on
We still pickin’ up some more
Don’t nobody hate you
Playa hate you
There ain’t no hate at all
Gotta million hands to catch you
‘Cause they’ll catch you
And they never will let you fall
And we gotta worry all of y’all

So let’s go all the way
Let’s go all the way
Let’s go all the way
Let’s go all the way

Never known sickness
No sickness
Nobody has to die
Everything’s answered
What didn’t then
We’ll never have to wonder why
Won’t nobody rush you
No pressure
Be as long as you wanna be
Can’t you guess what this place is
Your future
Make it a reality
All you have to do is follow me

Let’s go all the way
Let’s go all the way
Let’s go all the way
Let’s go all the way

Let’s go all the way
Let’s go all the way
Let’s go all the way
Let’s go all the way

Lyrics From: [eLyrics.net]

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8 comments:

  1. I think the kindest thing I can say about both of these is nothing at all :)

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    1. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Ann!!! Yeah, Gibbs confirms that you have not been hip for a while. (LOL?)

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  2. Insane Clown is awesome--the hearkening back to the Tupperware and beauty queen era with the contrast is brilliant.

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    1. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Susan!!! Whoa, you may be as messed-up as I am. For there should not be anything appealing about this ISP song to me, and yet...

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  3. Did you correctly count all those "jumps" in the lyrics? Because I think you missed one.

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    1. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Lin!!! Probably not. Sigh.

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    1. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Lee!!! You do all of your hoppin' with 'roos--huh?

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