House Party lyrics

Artist  : Epmd 
Song : House Party



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It`s like this y`all  IT`S LIKE THAT Y`ALL
It`s like this y`all  IT`S LIKE THAT Y`ALL
It`s like this y`all  IT`S LIKE THAT Y`ALL

[Parrish Smith]
This is the year for the barbaric and the cats
with skills
Underground with the hoodie, f**k keepin it real
While you was pissin in your bed, we was makin a
mill`
Got up, with Erick Sermon, dropped "You Gots
2 Chill"
Then niggaz bugged, turned hardcore b-boy, slash
thug
Givin fake love, with fake hugs, to fake thugs
with fake mugs, runnin they mouth with the place
bugged
And caught a slug, and no one see nothin but mask
and gloves

[Erick Sermon]
Aiyyo likewise I come in strong with no disguise,
ruthless
It`s me, transformed I`m Eazy-E
Past the point of rockin the joint
I`m blowin the spot, wreckin the scene with my
team
NFL: Niggaz For Life, so feel that
I see a few clowns, so where`s the steel at
Me and my boys are ready, aim that and hold it
steady
For those who dream, believe I`m Freddie

 Now yo, if you got more dollars in your pocket
 Put a peace sign in the air if you from the
South Bronx
 and let me hear you say

Hell yeah   HELL YEAH
Say hell yeah   HELL YEAH

[Parrish Smith]
Aiyyo, I grab the mic and strike, explode and
ignite
Off the head, reminscin about some sh*t last
night
No dough, in the pocket but that shit`s alright
And these faggots, always stress me so I keep my
sh*t tight
Who am I?  The cat to put that as* on standby
f**k your sister, then chill with you, then tell
her man hi
Then start stalkin, three point shot like Hershey
Hawkins
Takin it back to the Seventy-Sixers like Johnny
Dawkins

[Erick Sermon]
Yo I come through camouflaged with the Squadron
entourage
Lookin like ghetto superstars
EPMD`s the name, there`s no mistaken
I rob you for all you got, and keep takin
The blah-blah buck off like a wild Jamaican
Earthquakin and dominatin the situation
Yes on the scene, the duo, thorough
Lettin off, causin ruckus in five boroughs

 Yo this shout out goes to Brownsville,
youknowhatI`msayin?
 On ? Avenue, Newport Garden Squadron
 EPMD, youknowhatI`msayin?
 To the Brentwood Posse, somebody just say

Make money money, make money money money
  MAKE MONEY MONEY, MAKE MONEY MONEY MONEY
Everybody say make money money, make money money
money
  MAKE MONEY MONEY, MAKE MONEY MONEY MONEY

[Parrish Smith]
Yo, who grabs the mic and spit flows while you
swing low
I`m high off the indo, but straight up, you gets
no wins though
I like to ill, pop corks and watch the Mo` spill
Hundred dollar bills dippin po-nine while my
niggaz chill

[Erick Sermon]
Yo yoyoyoyoyoyoyoyo P chill chill chill
Niggaz is in here fightin B
Yo lounge out man, god damn, niggaz is always
f**kin up shit
Just put some sh*t on they can dance to then