Same As It Ever Was
House of Pain Lyrics


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Uh shoot 'em all baby
Just call it in one time for me real heavy
Back in black
Who's the mack
Sittin' on the back
Of a Cadillac
It's the D motherfucker
Better pass me the mic
So I can rock on
And drop the styles I write
I like hip-hop
Ya don't stop
And all that
I rock the freak styles
And neat styles
That are crazy fat
It's making me sick
Punk get off my dick

chorus

'Cause I'm the same motherfucker
That I ever was
Same motherfucker
But I can't pay attention
'Cause I'm on that dust

My head's not swell
Kid I'm not sell
Don't feed me soup
Just give me the funky loop
I'll rock it to the best of my ability
Runnin' mad styles and showin' flexibility
'Cause I'm the man that's on point
When I jam a funky joint
I want some other over there
Yo, I just don't care shit
Pass the mic
Then I'm gonna' tear shit
Up like a piece of paper
Your girl caught the vapor
When I ran the caper
I ain't rearranged
So don't look strange
I'm the same motherfucker
Ain't a damn thing changed

chorus

'Cause I'm hard like stone
Don't play me soft
And I rock rhymes frequently
I drop it off and
I'm off in space
I remember your face
But don't remember your name
'Cause it's all the same
As it ever was
That's what it is money grip
Don't trip
Or I'm gonna' bust that lip

chorus

Bust it, flip it, skip it
Just like a stone on a river
Ya know I'm gonna' give her
Whole lotta' flavor
Criminal behavior
Used to be how I made it
But that shit's over rated
Now I rock rhymes over funky beats
I fuck fine hookers between satin sheets
They say money changes people
But I won't 'cause
I'm the same motherfucker that I ever was

chorus

And ya don't quit
'Cause I'm on that dust
Soul assassins are on that dust[ha ha...]
My man J. Disco is on that dust




Cypress Hill is on that dust
FunkDoobiest is on that dust

Overall Meaning

The song "Same As It Ever Was" by House of Pain starts with a request to "shoot 'em all baby" and call it in one time for me real heavy. It talks about being back in black and who's the mack sitting on the back of a Cadillac while referring to themselves as the D motherfucker. The vocalist then requests the mic to rock on and drop the styles they write which are hip-hop, freaky, neat, and crazy fat. They do not like the punk getting off their dick and making them sick.


The chorus talks about being the same motherfucker but not being able to pay attention because they are on that dust. The vocalist's head is not swelling, and they are not sellouts. Just give them the funky loop, and they will rock it to the best of their ability. The song further praises their styles and flexibilities, mentioning they are always on point, and they don't care about their affects on others. They are the same as they ever were, and they will tear shit up like a piece of paper.


The song makes references to funky beats, criminal behavior, and money changing people. However, the vocalist explains that they will not change since they are the same motherfucker that they ever were. They conclude with saying they are on that dust, and the soul assassins are on that dust. The man J. Disco is already on that dust, and Cypress Hill and FunkDoobiest are also on that dust.


Line by Line Meaning

Uh shoot 'em all baby
Let's get it started!


Just call it in one time for me real heavy
Give me that beat and let's get this party started with some heavy rhymes


Back in black
I'm back and ready to rock this joint


Who's the mack
Who's the coolest cat in town?


Sittin' on the back
Riding in style and feeling cool


Of a Cadillac
In a Cadillac, the ultimate statement of cool


It's the D motherfucker
I'm the D, but you can call me the man


Better pass me the mic
Get ready to hear some rhymes


So I can rock on
I'm about to light this place up


And drop the styles I write
I'm about to freestyle and show off my sick rhymes


I like hip-hop
I'm all about that real rap music


Ya don't stop
Keep the beat going, don't ever stop


And all that
And everything that goes with it


I rock the freak styles
I've got some unique rhymes


And neat styles
And some clever lyrics


That are crazy fat
That are so amazing, they blow the roof off the place


It's making me sick
I'm so good, it's sickening


Punk get off my dick
Stop hating and just appreciate my skills


Cause I'm the same motherfucker
I'm still the coolest cat in town


That I ever was
And I've still got it going on


But I can't pay attention
I'm too busy rocking the mic


'Cause I'm on that dust
I'm high as a kite


My head's not swell
I'm not full of myself


Kid I'm not sell
I'm not a sellout


Don't feed me soup
I don't need anyone's help


Just give me the funky loop
Just give me a good beat and let me do my thing


I'll rock it to the best of my ability
I'll give it my all and show you what I'm capable of


Runnin' mad styles and showin' flexibility
I can rap in any style, any time


'Cause I'm the man that's on point
I'm always on top of my game


When I jam a funky joint
When I get going, the whole room will be rocking


I want some other over there
I see you checking me out and I want you to know I see you too


Yo, I just don't care shit
I'm too cool to care what anyone else thinks


Then I'm gonna' tear shit
I'm about to blow up the stage


Up like a piece of paper
I'm about to shred this beat like a piece of paper


Your girl caught the vapor
I'm so good, even your girl can't resist


When I ran the caper
When I was ruling the game


I ain't rearranged
I haven't changed a bit


So don't look strange
Don't act like you're surprised to see me still on top


Ain't a damn thing changed
I've still got it going on


Cause I'm hard like stone
I'm tough and nothing can break me down


Don't play me soft
Don't think you can take advantage of me


And I rock rhymes frequently
And I can rap with the best of them


I drop it off and
I'm killing it with every verse


I'm off in space
I'm in my own world and nothing else matters


I remember your face
I may have met a lot of people, but I remember your face


But don't remember your name
But I don't necessarily remember your name


'Cause it's all the same
Because nothing really matters except this music


That's what it is money grip
That's what it is, this is the real deal


Don't trip
Don't worry about anything


Or I'm gonna' bust that lip
Or I'll show you who's boss


Bust it, flip it, skip it
Let's mix it up and keep things fresh


Just like a stone on a river
Smooth and easy, like a stone in a river


Ya know I'm gonna' give her
You know I'm going to give it my all


Whole lotta' flavor
It's going to be amazing


Criminal behavior
This music is wild and crazy


Used to be how I made it
This is how I used to make a name for myself


But that shit's over rated
But that lifestyle isn't all it's cracked up to be


Now I rock rhymes over funky beats
Now I'm all about the music and that funky beat


I fuck fine hookers between satin sheets
I'm living the life and enjoying every minute of it


They say money changes people
They say that becoming successful changes people


But I won't 'cause
But I'm still the same person I've always been


And ya don't quit
And the beat goes on


'Cause I'm on that dust
I'm still high as a kite


Soul assassins are on that dust[ha ha...]
We're all feeling it and enjoying every minute of it


My man J. Disco is on that dust
Even my friends can't resist


Cypress Hill is on that dust
Even the biggest names in the game are feeling it too


FunkDoobiest is on that dust
And even the new kids on the block are getting in on the action




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: ERIK SCHRODY, LARRY MUGGERUD, DANNY O'CONNER

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@yonamarsupialist3904

Severely underrated record, a gem from start to finish

@PastorinoOlivier

The great House of Pain's Jump Around finally got a rock cover keeping the Hip Hop flame going. We tried with my friend from R&O to review this great song. Maybe we succeeded, maybe not, we let you be the judge if you have two or three minutes to spare and a thumb up or down to add, come listen and judge us here :-) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A5O0AOs1G70: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A5O0AOs1G70

@yonamarsupialist3904

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@elFonzZz

Underrated group, period. 👍

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Underrated band.

@civil.rights.8026

Back in 1998, when I was 23, I was listening to this DOPE album over and over again...I still believe this is one of the best hip hop album in history...No Doubt!

@PaniniMattGFC1893

17 IN 1994 love this motherfucking album

@jamieliss5892

Yup

@thalastkg

14 in 94 was one of my fav

@Mark-xw2rx

I'm born in 94 and i've listen to it so many time. Fuckin good album

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