Mr. Put That Shit On - CyHi

Yea, check it out now Everybody check it out now Yo, I got the corn beef I got the moz I got the shotty Ay yo, I got the buck shot Ay yo, I got the burgers I got the grill If you're steppin' up next Ya better flex that skill The House Of Pain is in full effect Everybody in the place give full respect If your girl's in the house keep the ho in check And if I'm bustin' off caps, you better hit the deck Steppin' on stage with the fly routines I'm hemmin' up suckers like bell bottom jeans I always switch trains in Jamaica, Queens When I go to by the street to see my Aunt Eileen Danny Boy's comin' with the Irish style The money back guarantee, I make it worth your while I'm layin' out fools like kitchen tile You come around with a frown, and ya leave in a pile Step back man, I ain't a black man But everytime I grab the mike I rock a phat jam Without the Slimfast, and if I skim past You know I step up and get a ho with gym blast I give her what she wants, even if she fronts The Hill is down with the House, they got the philly blunts Ya know we roll 'em up, and then we light 'em up And then we puff them up and pass them So Danny Boy blasts 'em I got the shell-toed Adidas, with the fat strings The Celtic crosses, and the claddagh rings The straight edges razor and the marther pump You heard me shit clickin', now it's time to jump Jump around just like a frog on a log Fuck the Dukes because I like Boss Hogg I'm hittin' home runs like my man Wade Boggs And if you try to act stupid, I'm droppin' the dogs Every time I go to town People start kickin' my dog around It makes no difference if my dog's a hound (hound) You better stop kickin' my dog around Put on your shit kickers and kick some shit Now I've droppin' records since the age of seventeen First I came solo, but I now I got a team It's the four man crew, with the Irish stew You catch us puffin' on a blunt, and sippin' a brew What's up with that brew, man, hurry up and finish Now grab the bar maid and order me another Guinness You can drink the Guiness while I'm sippin' on the mickeys When it comes to hookers, yo, the Everlast is picky Always got my hat in case I come across a quicky And when I do my shows I get the hoes all hot and sticky The House Of Pain is in full effect, yea I say the House Of Pain is in full effect You know the House Of Pain is in full effect, yea And anyone who steps up is gettin' wrecked Check it out now! Owww! I said the House Of Pain! We out

Put that on my set, uh, uh Put that on my set I recollect, uh, uh Time to count some checks They go collect, uh They owe some debt Nothin' over, nothing less And hoes on deck, and plus I flex I put that on my set Understand, I'm a man tryna make it in a world of death She just wanna fuck and I just met her at the club And now we left I just wanna fuckin' love her, rough her She was lovin' nothin' less I just love how we're bustin' Nuttin' all up on her fucking chest God, I love that dress God, I love the way she dress, she fresh God, I love her breasts God, I love her thighs and eyes and uh Swear to God I'm outta breath Swear to God if I get out of line, she checkin' Only time we naked Only time she complainin' and demand for private jets Twist my fingers, put that on my set Fuck the other side, no disrespect, uh Talking crazy, niggas coming at my neck Man, that's word to Skepta, I'ma put that on my set Show respect, I'ma aim for the neck I'ma make some ghosts, when it comes to the raps Man, I must be possessed When you see me up close, when you look into my eyes When you see how I flex Just me and my dogs, and another handful of cats I ain't tryna fuck with the rest Man, I'm ready to die, my soul's in the sky See the pain in my eyes I don't wanna cry, put my life on the line For my blood all the time I see all the signs, but it's like they blind Tryna kill me for mine Now this all behind, the police tryna find DNA on the nine Man, open the door, real niggas on tour Man, I'm ready for war Ten toes on the floor, fuck with me on the 3rd It will be Halloween on the 4th Yeah, all the way from the East to the North Rocky billing up that Backwood Spilling mad weed on the floor Icy Need that on my set, ayy, ayy Put that on my set I said, I flex, ayy, ayy What's that on my neck? Ayy, ayy, put that on my set I said, I flex, ayy, ayy What's that on my neck? They called baguettes, these bitches sweat These niggas know, they all in check And hoes on deck And plus I flex, I put that on my set

(Sage! He's on fire) Aye, Aye Pass that shit Pass that shit Pass that shit Pass that shit Pass that shit Pass that shit Oh yeah, oh yeah Pass that shit Pass that shit Pass that shit Pass that shit Pass that shit Pass that shit Oh yeah, oh yeah The way we trippin' woulda thought we was from H-Town Really sippin' mudd till our lungs hit the blunt No fronts in my circle unless you passin' a dutch The only time I take L's is when I face one Inhale the blunt, and roll up She take a little, I rather stunt Inhale the blunt, and roll up She take a little, I rather stunt motherfucker Nights like this, when we pass that shit When we pass that shit Nights like this, when we pass that shit When we pass that shit Pass that shit Pass that shit Pass that shit Pass that shit Pass that shit Pass that shit Oh yeah, oh yeah Pass that shit Pass that shit Pass that shit Pass that shit Pass that shit Pass that shit Oh yeah, oh yeah Inhale the blunt, and roll up She take a little, I rather stunt Inhale the blunt, and roll up She take a little, I rather stunt motherfucker