Epmd - House Party lyrics

rate me

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, fuck 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 shit last night

No dough, in the pocket but that shit's alright

And these faggots, always stress me so I keep my shit tight

Who am I? The cat to put that ass on standby

Fuck 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 fuckin up shit

Just put some shit on they can dance to then