Epmd - House Party Lyrics
Its like this yall its like that yallIts like this yall its like that yallIts like this yall its like that yall[parrish smith]This is the year for the barbaric and the cats with skillsUnderground with the hoodie, ***** keepin it realWhile you was pissin in your bed, we was makin a millGot up, with erick sermon, dropped you gots 2 chillThen niggaz bugged, turned hardcore b-boy, slash thugGivin fake love, with fake hugs, to fake thugsWith fake mugs, runnin they mouth with the place buggedAnd caught a slug, and no one see nothin but mask and gloves[erick sermon]Aiyyo likewise I come in strong with no disguise, ruthlessIts me, transformed Im eazy-ePast the point of rockin the jointIm blowin the spot, wreckin the scene with my teamNfl: niggaz for life, so feel thatI see a few clowns, so wheres the steel atMe and my boys are ready, aim that and hold it steadyFor those who dream, believe Im freddieNow yo, if you got more dollars in your pocketPut a peace sign in the air if you from the south bronxAnd let me hear you sayHell yeah hell yeahSay hell yeah hell yeah[parrish smith]Aiyyo, I grab the mic and strike, explode and igniteOff the head, reminscin about some shit last nightNo dough, in the pocket but that shits alrightAnd these faggots, always stress me so I keep my shit tightWho am i? the cat to put that ass on standby***** your sister, then chill with you, then tell her man hiThen start stalkin, three point shot like hershey hawkinsTakin it back to the seventy-sixers like johnny dawkins[erick sermon]Yo I come through camouflaged with the squadron entourageLookin like ghetto superstarsEpmds the name, theres no mistakenI rob you for all you got, and keep takinThe blah-blah buck off like a wild jamaicanEarthquakin and dominatin the situationYes on the scene, the duo, thoroughLettin off, causin ruckus in five boroughsYo this shout out goes to brownsville, youknowhatimsayin?On ? avenue, newport garden squadronEpmd, youknowhatimsayin?To the brentwood posse, somebody just sayMake money money, make money money moneyMake money money, make money money moneyEverybody say make money money, make money money moneyMake money money, make money money money[parrish smith]Yo, who grabs the mic and spit flows while you swing lowIm high off the indo, but straight up, you gets no wins thoughI like to ill, pop corks and watch the mo spillHundred dollar bills dippin po-nine while my niggaz chill[erick sermon]Yo yoyoyoyoyoyoyoyo p chill chill chillNiggaz is in here fightin bYo lounge out man, God damn, niggaz is always *****in up shitJust put some shit on they can dance to then
