Released: June 28, 1994
Songwriter: Everlast
Producer: DJ Muggs
[Verse 1: Everlast]
Smokin' up an L might kill a brain cell
But I might as well, I'm on a highway to hell
Sometimes I feel doomed
Totally consumed by an eerie feeling
I hear pigs squealing
Soldiers of fortune are torchin' huts
The girls on MTV are shakin' their butts
I'm hyperventilating, I might be hallucinating
Yo I gotta chill, I'm feeling sorta ill
I'm going mad but aren't ya glad
I used Dial, I'm going out like style
[Chorus: Everlast]
Uh and ya don't quit
Yeah, keep it comin'
And ya don't stop
They say
Uh and ya don't quit
[Verse 2: Everlast]
I got complexes you can't figure out
My dad said, "He's a bum, kick the nigga out!"
My head's fucked up but I lucked up
And got a hit record, now I'm well respected
I can go places I never went before
I still dress the same, so it must be my name
I can't deal with who's real and who's not
Who treated me the same when my record wasn't hot
They said I couldn't eat too
So I put my cake down
I think I'm having a breakdown
[Instrumental & Chorus]
It's not paranoia, I got something for ya
It's made of chrome and it'll burst you dome
No joke, my gun'll
Blow a fucking tunnel
Right through your body
Free John Gotti
I'll leave with your hotty and I'll take her home
Lay her down on her back and I'll make her moan
[Chorus]
Uh and ya don't quit
Yeah, keep me coming and ya don't stop
Soul Assassins and ya don't stop
FunkDoobie and ya don't stop
Cypress Hill and ya don't stop
House of Pain and ya don't stop
Soul Assassins and ya don't stop
Smokin' up an L might kill a brain cell
But I might as well, I'm on a highway to hell
Sometimes I feel doomed
Totally consumed by an eerie feeling
I hear pigs squealing
Soldiers of fortune are torchin' huts
The girls on MTV are shakin' their butts
I'm hyperventilating, I might be hallucinating
Yo I gotta chill, I'm feeling sorta ill
I'm going mad but aren't ya glad
I used Dial, I'm going out like style
[Chorus: Everlast]
Uh and ya don't quit
Yeah, keep it comin'
And ya don't stop
They say
Uh and ya don't quit
[Verse 2: Everlast]
I got complexes you can't figure out
My dad said, "He's a bum, kick the nigga out!"
My head's fucked up but I lucked up
And got a hit record, now I'm well respected
I can go places I never went before
I still dress the same, so it must be my name
I can't deal with who's real and who's not
Who treated me the same when my record wasn't hot
They said I couldn't eat too
So I put my cake down
I think I'm having a breakdown
[Instrumental & Chorus]
It's not paranoia, I got something for ya
It's made of chrome and it'll burst you dome
No joke, my gun'll
Blow a fucking tunnel
Right through your body
Free John Gotti
I'll leave with your hotty and I'll take her home
Lay her down on her back and I'll make her moan
[Chorus]
Uh and ya don't quit
Yeah, keep me coming and ya don't stop
Soul Assassins and ya don't stop
FunkDoobie and ya don't stop
Cypress Hill and ya don't stop
House of Pain and ya don't stop
Soul Assassins and ya don't stop
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- Jump Around
- I’m A Swing It
- Top O’ the Morning to Ya
- Shamrocks and Shenanigans
- Back from the Dead
- On Point
- Irish Pride
- Heart Full of Sorrow (feat. Sadat X)
- Put On Your S**t Kickers
- Put on Your Shit Kickers (Kick Some)
- Shamrocks and Shenanigans (Butch Vig Remix)
- House of Pain Anthem (original mix)
- Jump Around (master mix)
- (duplicate page)
- Jump Around (Jason Nevin’s 2000 Club edit)
- Legend (Extended Mix)
- Commercial 2
- Jump Around (original version)
- All My Love
- House of Pain Anthem
- Feel It
- One For the Road
- Guess Who’s Back
- House and the Rising Son